The Rev. Jonah's tone could scarcely have been more lofty, or his manner more patronising, if he had been Saul and I the humble David; but a man who is trying to earn three thousand pounds must put up with a great deal. Finding that the minister was prepared to play the huckster, I employed no further ceremony. "The price must of course depend on the quality of the article you have to sell," I said; "I must know that before I can propose terms." "Suppose my information took the form of letters?" "Letters from whom--to whom?" "From Mrs. Rebecca Haygarth to my great-uncle, Samson Goodge." "How many of such letters have you to sell?" I put it very plainly; but the Rev. Jonah's susceptibilities were not of the keenest order. He did not wince. "Say forty odd letters." I pricked up my ears; and it needed all my diplomacy to enable me to conceal my sense of triumph. Forty odd letters! There must be an enormous amount of information in forty odd letters; unless the woman wrote the direst twaddle ever penned by a feminine correspondent. "Over what period do the dates of these letters extend?" I asked. "Over about seven years; from 1769 to 1776." Four years prior to the marriage with our friend Matthew; three years after the marriage. "Are they tolerably long letters, or mere scrawls?" "They were written in a period when nobody wrote short letters," answered Mr. Goodge sententiously,--"the period of Bath post and dear postage. The greater number of the epistles cover three sides of a sheet of letter-paper; and Mrs. Rebecca's caligraphy was small and neat." "Good!" I exclaimed. "I suppose it is no use my asking you to let me see one of these letters before striking a bargain--eh, Mr. Goodge?" "Well, I think not," answered the oily old hypocrite. "I have taken counsel, and I will abide by the light that has been shown me. 'If thou be wise, thou shalt be wise for thyself;' such are the words of inspiration. No, I think not." "And what do you ask for the forty odd letters?" "Twenty pounds." "A stiff sum, Mr. Goodge, for forty sheets of old letter-paper." "But if they were not likely to be valuable, you would scarcely happen to want them," answered the minister. "I have taken counsel, young man." "And those are your lowest terms?" "I cannot accept sixpence less. It is not in me to go from my word. As Jacob served Laban seven years, and again another seven years, having promised, so do I abide by my bond. Having said twenty pounds, young man, Heaven forbid that I should take so much as twenty pence less than those twenty pounds!"