neighbour over the way, as he called him," said he to himself, in
the effort to quiet certain unpleasant sensations. "To suppose that
he was going to get a solid ring at such a price! Does he think we
jewellers steal our gold? Men will be humbugged, and there is no
help for it."

Yet, for all this, Mr. Grant could not cast out the unpleasant
feeling. He had done a thing so clearly wrong, that no attempt at
self-justification gave his mind its former calmness.

"The ring is solid gold?" said the man, when he came for it.

"That was the contract," replied Mr. Grant, with a half-offended
air, at the intimation conveyed in the tone of voice, that all might
not be as agreed upon.

"Excuse me," remarked the man, apologetically; "but I am very
particular about this matter, and would throw the ring into the
street rather than use it, if not of solid gold."

"Gold rings are not given away," muttered Grant to himself, as the
man left the shop.

Some days after this transaction, a man named Harrison, who belonged
to the church of which Grant was a member, met him, when this little
conversation took place.

"I sent you a customer last week," said Mr. Harrison.

Ah! I'm very much obliged to you."