'Jilted—eh?'
'Nay, I was never on such a footing with her that she could treat me so, because she was ever utterly indifferent.'
'Then it is too late for fair means now, but not for foul.'
Then, after a pause, the Heer said in his mocking tone;
'If money is your object, and you openly avow that it is so, why not propose to the mother, if the daughter won't have you? She is rich enough and certainly handsome enough, and only some fifteen years older than yourself. She is a widow, and all the world knows how easily widows are won. 'Sblood! cut in for her, and leave the girl to the Scot.'
Morganstjern thought for a minute, and then uttering one of his imprecations, added:
'No—no—NO! I shall be thwarted by no man!'
'Right!' exclaimed the other; 'I like this spirit—give me your hand.'
'This infernal Scots Brigade has married at the Hague and Amsterdam more than fifty Dutch girls within the last few years, and all of them rich.'
'Der Duyvel!'