Chapter 9
My publisher, John Morgeson—the estimable individual who had first refused my book, and who now, moved by selfinterest, was devoting his energies assiduously to the business of launching it in the most modern and approved style, was not like Shakespeare's Cassio, strictly 'an honourable man.' Neither was he the respectable chief of a long-established firm whose system of the cheating of authors, mellowed by time, had become almost sacred ;—he was a 'new' man, with new ways, and a good stock of new push and impudence. All the same, he was clever, shrewd and diplomatic, and for some reason or other, had secured the favour of a certain portion of the press, many of the dailies and weeklies always giving special prominence to his publications over the heads of other far more legitim
