Did I not still think you, in spite of the exceeding littleness of some of your hurried actions, a man of many honorable impulses, I should not now take the trouble to send you this letter. I cannot permit myself to suppose that you would say to me in cool blood what you said in your letter of yesterday. You are, of course, only mistaken, in asserting that I owe you a hundred dollars, and you will rectify the mistake at once when you come to look at your accounts. More than this sum I shall not pay. And this estimate leaves out of question everything in the way of extract or compilation.
Nothing is counted but bona fiede composition.
Upon the whole I am not willing to admit that you have greatly overpaid me. That I did not do 4 times as much as I did for the Magazine, was your own fault. I am at a loss to know why you call me selfish. I have said that I could not tell why you were angry. Lastly you advertised your magazine for sale without saying a word to me about it.