'My dear Leonard, one thing at a time! I came out here, you know, to speak of your debts; and until that is done, I really won't go into any other matter. Of course if you'd rather not . . . ' Leonard really could not afford this; matters were too pressing with him. So he tried to affect a cheery manner; but in his heart was a black resolve that she should yet pay for this. 'All right! Stephen. Whatever you wish I will do; you are the queen of my heart, you know!' 'How much is the total amount?' said Stephen. This was a change to the prosaic which made sentiment impossible. He gave over, for the time. 'Go on!' said Stephen, following up her advantage. 'Don't you even know how much you owe?' 'The fact is, I don't. Not exactly. I shall make up the amount as well as I can and let you know. But that's not what I came about to-day.' Stephen was going to make an angry gesture of dissent. She was not going to have that matter opened up. She waited, however, for Leonard was going on after his momentary pause. She breathed more freely after his first sentence. He was unable evidently to carry on a double train of thought. 'It was about that infernal money-lenders' letter that the Governor got!' Stephen got still less anxious. This open acknowledgment of his true purpose seemed to clear the air. 'What is the amount?' Leonard looked quickly at her; the relief of her mind made her tone seem joyful. 'A monkey! Five hundred pounds, you know. But then there's three hundred for interest that has to be paid also. It's an awful lot of money, isn't it?' The last phrase was added on seeing Stephen's surprised look. 'Yes!' she answered quietly. 'A great deal of money--to waste!' They were both silent for a while. Then she said: 'What does your father say to it?' 'He was in an awful wax. One of these beastly duns had written to him about another account and he was in a regular fury. When I told him I would pay it within a week, he said very little, which was suspicious; and then, just when I was going out, he sprung this on me. Mean of him! wasn't it? I need expect no help from him.' As he was speaking he took a mass of letters from his pocket and began to look among them for the money-lenders' letter. 'Why, what a correspondence you have there. Do you keep all your letters in your pockets?' said Stephen quietly. 'All I don't tear up or burn. It wouldn't do to let the Governor into my secrets. He might know too much!' 'And are all those letters from duns?' 'Mostly, but I only keep those letters I have to attend to and those I care for.' 'Show me the bundle!' she said. Then seeing him hesitate, added: