What wrong will it be to him?
Wrong?
Humph! Wrong?
The wrong has been done already; but it falls not on his head.
"If I am to do this kind of work for him,"-- the feelings of Claire now commenced running in a more disturbed channel; there were deep contractions on his forehead, and his lips were shut firmly,--"this kind of work, I must have a share of the benefit.

If I am to sell my soul, Leonard Jasper shall not have the whole price." Deliberately, as he spoke this within himself, did Claire take from the drawer a five-dollar gold piece, and thrust it into his pocket.
"Mine, not his," were the words with which he approved the act.

At the same instant Jasper entered.

The young man's heart gave a sudden bound, and there was guilt in his face, but Jasper did not read its true expression.
"Well, Edward," said he, cheerfully, "what luck did you have with the old lady?
Did she make a pretty fair bill ?" "So-so," returned Claire, with affected indifference; "about thirty dollars." "Ah! so much ?" "Yes; and, what is better, I made her pay pretty strong.

She was from the country." "That'll do." And Jasper rubbed his hands together energetically.