you were minded to take the parts I give you and act them as I direct."
"With all my heart," cries Dawson. "I'll play any part you choose; and as to the directing, you're welcome to that, for I've had my fill of it. If you can make terms with our landlord, those things in the yard shall be yours, and for our payment I'm willing to trust to your honour's generosity."
"As regards payment," says the Don, "I can speak precisely. We shall gain fifty thousand pounds by our performance."
"Fifty thousand pounds," says Jack, as if in doubt whether he had heard aright. Don Sanchez bent his head, without stirring a line in his face.
Dawson took up his beaker slowly, and looked in it, to make sure that he was none the worse for drink, then, after emptying it, to steady his wits, he says again:
"Fifty thousand pounds."
"Fifty thousand pounds, if not more; and that there be no jealousies one of the other, it shall be divided fairly amongst us, as much for your friend as for you, for the child as for me."
"Pray God, this part be no more than I can compass," says Jack, devoutly.
"You may learn it in a few hours—at least, your first act."
"And mine?" says I, entering for the first time into the dialogue.
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,
