“And I’ll pay him double,” cried Raynal, catching the idea; “don’t be alarmed, I’ll pay you for it.”
“And my zeal, my devotion?”
“Put ‘em in figures.”
“And my prob—?”
“Add it up.”
“And my integ—?”
“Add them together: and don’t bother me.”
“I see! I see! my poor soldier. You are no match for a woman’s tongue.”
“Nor, for a notary’s. Go to h—-, and send in your bill!” roared the soldier in a fury. “Well, will you go?” and he marched at him.
The notary scuttled out, with something between a snarl and a squeak.