“Why should you lose even that, Mynheer Poots?—I promised to pay you, and will keep my word. I have plenty of money—thousands of guilders, and know not what to do with them.”
“You—you—thousands of guilders!” exclaimed Poots. “Pooh, nonsense, that won’t do.”
“I repeat to you, Amine,” said Philip, “that I have thousands of guilders: you know I would not tell you a falsehood.”
“I believed you when you said so to my father,” replied Amine.
“Then, perhaps, as you have so much, and I am so very poor, Mr Vanderdecken—”
But Amine put her hand upon her father’s lips, and the sentence was not finished.
“Father,” said Amine, “it is time that we retire. You must leave us for to-night, Philip.”
“I will not,” replied Philip; “nor, you may depend upon it, will I sleep. You may both to bed in safety. It is indeed time that you retire—good night, Mynheer Poots. I will but ask a lamp, and then I leave you—Amine, good night.”
“Good night,” said Amine, extending her hand, “and many, many thanks.”
“Thousands of guilders!” muttered the old man, as Philip left the room and went below.