"Better not wait for that," said Nicholas Snyders. "You might have to
wait long."

Jan rose, an angry flush upon his face. "So nothing changes you,
Nicholas Snyders. Have it your own way, then."

"You will marry her in spite of me?"

"In spite of you and of your friends the fiends, and of your master
the Devil!" flung out Jan. For Jan had a soul that was generous and
brave and tender and excessively short-tempered. Even the best of
souls have their failings.

"I am sorry," said old Nicholas.

"I am glad to hear it," answered Jan.

"I am sorry for your mother," explained Nicholas. "The poor dame, I
fear, will be homeless in her old age. The mortgage shall be
foreclosed, Jan, on your wedding-day. I am sorry for your father,
Jan. His creditors, Jan--you have overlooked just one. I am sorry
for him, Jan. Prison has always been his dread. I am sorry even for
you, my young friend. You will have to begin life over again.
Burgomaster Allart is in the hollow of my hand. I have but to say the
word, your ship is mine. I wish you joy of your bride, my young
friend. You must love her very dearly--you will be paying a high
price for her."

It was Nicholas Snyders' grin that maddened Jan. He sought for