after tomorrow," said he, as if considering the affair altogether settled; "and to shew you that I have a good hope of its success, here—here are ten guineas for you!" and he counted the money out upon the table.
There was something in the ring of the coin that jarred upon Walter's ear; he was ashamed of being paid,—a false shame, and yet how natural to one both proud and sensitive!
"Time enough," said he, colouring, "to pay me when my work is done."
"No, no!" interrupted Curl, "it will encourage you as a beginner. If you were an old hand at this sort of work, I could not trust you; you would spend the money, and I should see you and your pamphlet no more; but you young ones are so eager to see yourselves in print!"
"In print!" there was a charm in that phrase that decided Walter. He took up the papers, and assured Curl that he should have sentiment and sarcasm enough by the following night.
