"Yes, sir, I will even say the latter sum, which possibly will not be too much for your trouble and care; and we will forget the womanish plan of poor Betsey in relation to the two scholarships and the charity.

Five thousand pounds down, Doctor, for yourself, and the subject of the charity forgotten forever." When my father had thus distinctly put his proposition, he awaited its effect with the confidence of a man who had long dealt with cupidity.
For a novelty, his calculation failed.

The face of Dr.Etherington flushed, then paled, and finally settled into a look of melancholy reprehension.

He arose and paced the room for several minutes in silence; during which time his companion believed he was debating with himself on the chances of obtaining a higher bid for his consent, when he suddenly stopped and addressed my ancestor in a mild but steady tone.
"I feel it to be a duty, Mr.Goldencalf," he said, "to admonish you of the precipice over which you hang.

The love of money, which is the root of all evil, which caused Judas to betray even his Saviour and God, has taken deep root in your soul.