HE, with sudden energy: "This is too much! I" -

SHE, offering him the bank-notes: "No; it is the exact sum. I
counted it very carefully."

HE: "I won't take it; I can't! I'll never take it!"

SHE, standing with the money in her outstretched hand: "I have your
word as a gentleman that you will take it."

HE, gasping: "Oh, well--I will take it--I will"--He clutches the
money, and rushes toward the door. "Good-evening; ah--good-by" -

SHE, calling after him: "The receipt, Mr. Ransom! Please sign this
receipt!" She waves the paper in the air.

HE: "Oh, yes, certainly! Where is it--what--which"--He rushes back
to her, and seizing the receipt, feels blindly about for the pen and
ink. "Where shall I sign?"

SHE: "Read it first."

HE: "Oh, it's all--all right" -

SHE: "I insist upon your reading it. It's a business transaction.
Read it aloud."

HE, desperately: "Well, well!" He reads. "'Received from Miss
Ethel Reed, in full, for twenty-five lessons in oil-painting, one