In this case there was no injury, for you had already cost Lacasse--how much had you cost him, Dauphin ?" continued the Seigneur, with a half-malicious smile.

"I've been out of Chaudiere for near a year; I don't know the record--how much, eh, Dauphin ?" The Notary was too offended to answer.

He shook his ringlets back angrily, and a scarlet spot showed on each straw-coloured cheek.
"Twenty dollars is what Lacasse paid our dear Dauphin," said the Cure benignly, "and a very proper charge.

Lacasse probably gave Monsieur there quite as much, and Monsieur will give it to the first poor man he meets, or send it to the first sick person of whom he hears." "My own opinion is, he's playing some game here," said the Notary.
"We all play games," said the Seigneur.

"His seems to give him hard work and little luxury.