Trevelyan asked him, almost in despair, to name the one sum; but this Bozzle declined to do, saying that right was right.

He had a scale of pilfering of his own, to which he had easily reconciled his conscience; and beyond that he prided himself on the honesty of his accounts.

At last the bill was made out, was paid, and Bozzle was gone.

Trevelyan, when he was alone, threw himself back on a sofa, and almost wept in despair.

To what a depth of degradation had he not been reduced!.