he said, "have you taken leave of your senses? Do you really imagine that for fifty pounds, or anything like it, I am going to blast my literary reputation by pretending to be the author of your or any novel? Yet" he hesitated—"on second thoughts, I'm not sure that it is altogether beyond the bounds of"
"Come," said the Archdeacon, "say seventy-five."
"I will say nothing at present," Dunkle replied, "except that I may, after all, perhaps be not unwilling to fall in with this immoral plan of yours. But it will be at a price, and that price will be my own. To enable me to estimate the value of my services to you, or perhaps I should say the extent of the damage to myself, I must, before I go any further into this tenebrous affair, have a look at your manuscript. I shall be dining here to-
