Mr Vanslyperken very politely told them that he would see them all at the devil first, and then stepped into his boat; he at once proceeded to the house of the Jesuit, and this time, much to his satisfaction, without having been perceived, as he thought, by the widow Vandersloosh and Babette, who did not appear at the door.  Having delivered his despatches, and received his customary fee, Mr Vanslyperken mentioned the difficulty of his coming to the house, as he was watched by some people opposite, and inquired if he could have the letters sent under cover to himself by some trusty hand, mentioning the ill-will of the parties in question.  To this the Jesuit consented, and Vanslyperken took his leave; but on leaving the house he was again annoyed by the broad form of the widow, with Babette, as usual, at her shoulder, with their eyes fixed upon him.  Without attempting a recognition, for Vanslyperken cared little for the opinion of the Frau Vandersloosh, now that he was accepted by the fair widow of Portsmouth, Mr Vanslyperken walked quietly away.

“Ah, very well, Mr Vanslyperken—­very well,” exclaimed the Frau Vandersloosh, as he pursued his way at a rapid rate; “very well, Mr Vanslyperken—­we shall see—­three times have you entered those doors, and with a fifty guineas in your pocket, I’ll be bound, every time that you have walked out of them.  Treason is paid high, but the traitor sometimes hangs higher still.  Yes, yes, Mr Vanslyperken, we shall see—­we are evidence, Mr Vanslyperken—­and I’ll not be married before I see you well hanged, Mr Vanslyperken.  Deary me, Babette,” exclaimed the widow, altering her tone, “I wonder how the corporal is:  poor dear man, to be ruled by such a traitorous atomy as he.”

“Perhaps he will come ashore, madam,” replied Babette.

“No, no, he will never let him; but, as you say, perhaps he may.  Put half a dozen bottles of the best beer to the stove—­not too near, Babette—­he is fond of my beer, and it does one’s heart good to see him drink it, Babette.  And, Babette, I’ll just go up and put on something a little tidier.  I think he will come—­I know he will if he can.”

We must leave the widow to decorate her person, and follow Vanslyperken down to the boat, and on board.  On his arrival, he went down into the cabin to lock up his money.  When Corporal Van Spitter went to the cabin-door, the corporal heard the clanking of the pieces as Vanslyperken counted them, and his bile was raised at the idea of Vanslyperken possessing that which should have been his own.  The corporal waited a little, and then knocked.  Vanslyperken put away the rest of his money, shut the drawer, and told him to come in.

The corporal saluted, and made a request to be allowed to go on shore for an hour or two.

“Go on shore! you go on shore, corporal? why you never asked to go on shore before,” replied the suspicious Vanslyperken.

“If you please, sir,” replied the corporal, “I wish to pay de people who gave me de board and de lodging ven I vas last on shore.”