And besides, if he does not give some, he may lose all.

But he would not do it for fear of that.

No, he is a just man--I am not afraid.

Give me some paper, Jael." He sat down as composedly as if he had been alone in the counting-house, and wrote.

I looked over his shoulder, admiring his clear, firm hand-writing; the precision, concentrativeness, and quickness, with which he first seemed to arrange and then execute his ideas.