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We can easily imagine the high-and-mighty jack-in-office he must have been in Adolph's time. Wherever he made his power felt it blasted honest art and checked honest art endeavour.
‘Do you hear, sir—will you go back?’ continues the official dignitary, gently pushing the intruder some half-dozen yards. ‘Come, don’t push me,’ replies the stranger, turning angrily round. ‘I will, sir.’ ‘You won’t, sir.’ ‘Go out, sir.’ ‘Take your hands off me, sir.’ ‘Go out of the passage, sir.’ ‘You’re a Jack-in-office, sir.’ ‘A what?’ ejaculates he of the boots.
Strive as he would, he could not disguise his inward contempt for this petty jack-in-office, and his keen glance was, to the perverse nature of the ill-conditioned boor he addressed, like the lash of a whip on the back of a snarling cur.
He knew, moreover, that the High Official himself was scarcely likely to dismiss a previous visitor or a present occupation any the earlier for being importuned; for he was aware of the official's antecedents, and knew that a Jack-in-office, who has shouted himself into office, is nearly always careful to be deaf to other voices than his own. Moreover, Mr. John Turner was never pressed for time.
"Then you must get day-girls to stay for your practice. I've instructions to see that all the boarders come straight back to the hostel after school!" Merle gave way with a very bad grace. She felt that Nesta was interfering out of sheer officiousness. "What a jack-in-office!" she grumbled under her breath. "I believe those boarders may do anything they like until tea-time.
Young Einstein, scribbling the single word "Emil" on a card, approached the parchment-faced German lad who sat in state, manipulating the bewildering keys of the "Cash Register." "Send this to the boss at once," said Einstein in a low voice. "You can't see him," contemptuously announced the insolent Jack-in-office, tossing back the card.
I'm sure, though, I meant no offence to the little chap," said the rough, old sea-dog hastily, afraid of having hurt our feelings. "But, all the same, I don't see what you want to show him to that Jack-in-office for? By George, the sight of his ugly phiz can't do any good to the youngster!"
Some Jack-in-office will lay hold of it as a thing of course and a perquisite, when you might just as well, and a great deal better, too, keep it yourself, for it would do you some good, as you say, and none to them." "I'll do it; it is a good and a happy thought. There is no reason on earth why I shouldn't do it, and I will. I have made up my mind to it now." "Well, I am glad you have.
Just then the author of the play suddenly entered, and Lucien beheld M. du Bruel, a short, attenuated young man in an overcoat, a composite human blend of the jack-in-office, the owner of house-property, and the stockbroker. "Florine, child," said this personage, "are you sure of your part, eh? No slips of memory, you know.
If there is anything that is not to be tolerated on any terms, anything that is a type of Jack-in-office insolence and absurdity, anything that represents in coats, waistcoats, and big sticks our English holding on by nonsense after every one has found it out, it is a beadle. You haven't seen a beadle lately? 'As an Englishman who has been more than twenty years in China, no.
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