“There is some property left?” remarked Claire.

“A small house or two, and a bit of worthless land in the mountains.  All, no doubt, mortgaged within a trifle of their value.  Still, it’s property you know; and the word ‘property’ has a very attractive sound in some people’s ears.”

A strong feeling of disgust toward Jasper swelled in the young man’s heart, but he guarded against its expression in look or words.

A customer entering at the moment, Claire left his principal and moved down behind the counter.  He was not very agreeably affected, as the lady approached him, to see in her the person from whom he had taken ten dollars on the previous day, in excess of a reasonable profit.  Her serious face warned him that she had discovered the cheat.

“Are you the owner of this store?” she asked, as she leaned upon the counter, and fixed her mild, yet steady eyes, upon the young man’s face.

“I am not, ma’am,” replied Claire, forcing a smile as he spoke.  “Didn’t I sell you a lot of goods yesterday?”

“You did, sir.”

“I thought I recognised you.  Well, ma’am, there was an error in your bill—­an overcharge.”

“So I should think.”

“A overcharge of five dollars.”

Claire, while he affected an indifferent manner, leaned over toward the woman and spoke in a low tone of voice.  Inwardly, he was trembling lest Jasper should became cognizant of what was passing.

“Will you take goods for what is due you; or shall I hand you back the money?” said he.

“As I have a few more purchases to make, I may as well take goods,” was replied, greatly to the young man’s relief.

“What shall I show you, ma’am?” he asked, in a voice that now reached the attentive ears of Jasper, who had been wondering to himself as to what was passing between the clerk and customer.

A few articles were mentioned, and, in a little while, another bill of seven dollars was made.

“I am to pay you two dollars, I believe?” said the lady, after Claire had told her how much the articles came to.  As she said this, Jasper was close by and heard the remark.

“Right, ma’am,” answered the clerk.

The customer laid a ten-dollar bill on the counter.  Claire saw that the eyes of Jasper were on him.  He took it up, placed it in the money-drawer, and stood some time fingering over the change and small bills.  Then, with his back turned toward Jasper, he slipped a five dollar gold piece from his pocket.  This, with a three dollar bill from the drawer, he gave to the lady, who received her change and departed.

Other customers coming in at the moment, both Jasper and his clerk were kept busy for the next hour.  When they were alone again, the former said—­

“How large a bill did you sell the old lady from the country, who was in this morning?”

“The amount was seven dollars, I believe.”