After all, it was at his office; it was too evident that it was there, and nowhere else.

Well, and why should it not be there?
why should not Macassar Jones be true to his duty and to his country?
What had she to do with his heart?
Why should she wish it elsewhere?
'Twas thus she tried to console herself, but in vain.

Had she had an office of her own it might perhaps have been different; but Crinoline was only a woman; and often she sighed over the degradation of her lot.
"'Good morning, Miss Crinoline,' said he.
"'Good morning, Mr.Macassar,' said she; 'mamma will so regret that she has lost the pleasure of seeing you.' "And then she rung the bell.

Macassar went downstairs perhaps somewhat slower, with perhaps more of melancholy than when he entered.

The page opened the hall-door with alacrity, and shut it behind him with a slam.
"All honour to the true and brave! "Crinoline again took up the note of her sorrow, and with her lute in her hand, she warbled forth the line which stuck like a thorn in her sweet bosom:-- His heart is in his office--his heart IS ALWAYS _there_." 'There,' said Mrs.Woodward, 'that's the end of the first chapter.' 'Well, I like the page the best,' said Linda, 'because he seems to know what he is about.' 'Oh, so does the lady,' said Charley; 'but it wouldn't at all do if we made the hero and heroine go about their work like humdrum people.