"Hush—hush—I tell you it shall be a joint business."
"Why, will ye give me half the kitt?"
"What, half the estate?—d'ye mean we should set up house together at Ellangowan, and take the barony, ridge about?"
"Sturm-wetter, no! but you might give me half the value—half the gelt. Live with you? nein–I would have a lust-haus of mine own on the Middleburgh dyke, and a blumen-garten like a burgo-master's."
"Aye, and a wooden lion at the door, and a painted centinel in the garden, with a pipe in his mouth!—But hark ye, Hatteraick; what will all the tulips, and flower gardens, and pleasure-houses in the Netherlands do for you, if you are hanged here in Scotland?"
Hatteraick's countenance fell. "Der deyvil! hanged?"
"Aye, hanged! mein heer Captain.—The devil can scarce save Dirk Hatteraick
