"No, no, Bill, you infern--a--a--you excellent, worthy, delightful
fellow, not so fast; not so fast. Come, name your terms, you
sland----my dear Bill, name your terms."
"Seven years more."
"I agree; but----"
"And the same supply of cash as before, down on the nail here."
"Very good; very good. You're rather simple, Bill; rather soft, I must
confess. Well, no matter. I shall yet turn the tab--a--hem! You are an
exceedingly simple fellow, Bill; still there will come a day, my
_dear_ Bill--there will come----"
"Do you grumble, you vagrant? Another word, and I double the terms."
"Mum, William--mum; _tace_ is Latin for a candle."
"Seven years more of grace, and the same measure of the needful that I
got before. Ay or no?"
"Of grace, Bill! Ay! ay! ay! There's the cash. I accept the terms. Oh
blood! the rascal--of grace!! Bill!"
"Well, now drop the hammer, and vanish," says Billy; "but what would
you think to take this sledge, while you stay, and give me a----eh!
why in such a hurry?" he added, seeing that Satan withdrew in
double-quick time.
"Hollo! Nicholas!" he shouted, "come back; you forgot something!" and
when the old gentleman looked behind him, Billy shook the hammer at
him, on which he vanished altogether.
Billy now got into his old courses; and what shows the kind of people
the world is made of, he also took up with his old company. When they
saw that he had the money once more, and was sowing it about him in
all directions, they immediately began to find excuses for his former
extravagance.
"Say what you will," said one, "Bill Dawson's a spirited fellow, and
bleeds like a prince."
"He's a hospitable man in his own house, or out of it, as ever lived,"
said another.
"His only fault is," observed a third, "that he is, if anything, too
generous, and doesn't know the value of money; his fault's on the
right side, however."
"He has the spunk in him," said a fourth; "keeps a capital table,
prime wines, and a standing welcome for his friends."
"Why," said a fifth, "if he doesn't enjoy his money while he lives, he
won't when he's dead; so more power to him, and a wider throat to his
purse."
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