The clerk came back with the notes.

Denis took up his receipt, and the agent quietly began handing him note after note across the table.
"But, your honour!" exclaimed Denis, "what on earth are ye giving me all this money for ?" "It's your change," said the agent, quite imperturbably.

"You gave me a bank receipt for one hundred pounds.

I have given you a receipt for your full year's rent, and here are eighty-two pounds in notes, and with it eighteen shillings in silver--that's five per cent.reduction.I would have made it ten per cent., only you were so very sharp, first about not having the money, and then about the full receipt!" In an instant all eyes were fastened upon Denis.

Ichabod! the glory had departed.