The Don hunched his shoulders, lifting his eyebrows, and sending two streams of smoke from his nose.
"I scarce know what part to give you, yet," says he. "To be honest, you are not wanted at all in the play."
"Nay, but you must write him a part," says Dawson, stoutly; "if it be but to bring in a letter--that I am determined on. Kit stood by us in ill fortune, and he shall share better, or I'll have none of it, nor Moll neither. I'll answer for her."
"There must be no discontent among us," says the Don, meaning thereby, as I think, that he had included me in his stratagem for fear I might mar it from envy. "The girl's part is that which gives me most concern--and had I not faith in my own judgment--"
"Set your mind at ease on that score," cried Jack. "I warrant our Moll shall learn her part in a couple of days or so."
"If she learn it in a twelvemonth, 'twill be time enough."
"A twelvemonth," said Jack, going to his beaker again, for understanding. "Well, all's as one, so that we can get something in advance of our payment, to keep us through such a prodigious study."
"I will charge myself with your expenses," says Don Sanchez; and then, turning to me, he asks if I have any objection to urge.
"I take it, Señor, that you speak in metaphor," says I; "and that this 'comedy' is nought but a stratagem for getting hold of a fortune that doesn't belong to us."
Don Sanchez calmly assented, as if this had been the most innocent design in the world.