At last he was ushered into the Secretary's room.
'Ah!' said the Secretary, 'your name is Tudor, isn't it ?' Charley confessed to the fact.
'Yea,' said the Secretary, 'I have heard about you from Sir Gilbert de Salop.' Now Sir Gilbert de Salop was the great family friend of this branch of the Tudors.

But Charley, finding that no remark suggested itself to him at this moment concerning Sir Gilbert, merely said, 'Yes, sir.' 'And you wish to serve the Queen ?' said the Secretary.
Charley, not quite knowing whether this was a joke or not, said that he did.
'Quite right--it is a very fair ambition,' continued the great official functionary--'quite right--but, mind you, Mr.Tudor, if you come to us you must come to work.

I hope you like hard work; you should do so, if you intend to remain with us.' Charley said that he thought he did rather like hard work.
Hereupon a senior clerk standing by, though a man not given to much laughter, smiled slightly, probably in pity at the unceasing labour to which the youth was about to devote himself.
'The Internal Navigation requires great steadiness, good natural abilities, considerable education, and--and--and no end of application.

Come, Mr.Tudor, let us see what you can do.' And so saying, Mr.Oldeschole, the Secretary, motioned him to sit down at an office table opposite to himself.
Charley did as he was bid, and took from the hands of his future master an old, much-worn quill pen, with which the great man had been signing minutes.
'Now,' said the great man, 'just copy the few first sentences of that leading article--either one will do,' and he pushed over to him a huge newspaper.
To tell the truth, Charley did not know what a leading article was, and so he sat abashed, staring at the paper.
'Why don't you write ?' asked the Secretary.
'Where shall I begin, sir ?' stammered poor Charley, looking piteously into the examiner's face.
'God bless my soul! there; either of those leading articles,' and leaning over the table, the Secretary pointed to a particular spot.
Hereupon Charley began his task in a large, ugly, round hand, neither that of a man nor of a boy, and set himself to copy the contents of the paper.

'The name of Pacifico stinks in the nostril of the British public.