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"Well, on the day after that unfortunate one, I went downinto the garden and proceeded towards the border where I wasto plant your tulip, looking round all the while to seewhether I was again followed as I was last time."

"And then?" Cornelius asked.

"And then the same shadow glided between the gate and thewall, and once more disappeared behind the elder-trees."

"You feigned not to see him, didn't you?" Cornelius asked,remembering all the details of the advice which he had givento Rosa.

"Yes, and I stooped over the border, in which I dug with aspade, as if I was going to put the bulb in."

"And he, -- what did he do during all this time?"

"I saw his eyes glisten through the branches of the treelike those of a tiger."

"There you see, there you see!" cried Cornelius.

"Then, after having finished my make-believe work, Iretired."

"But only behind the garden door, I dare say, so that youmight see through the keyhole what he was going to do whenyou had left?"

"He waited for a moment, very likely to make sure of my notcoming back, after which he sneaked forth from hishiding-place, and approached the border by a longround-about; at last, having reached his goal, that is tosay, the spot where the ground was newly turned, he stoppedwith a careless air, looking about in all directions, andscanning every corner of the garden, every window of theneighbouring houses, and even the sky; after which, thinkinghimself quite alone, quite isolated, and out of everybody'ssight, he pounced upon the border, plunged both his handsinto the soft soil, took a handful of the mould, which hegently frittered between his fingers to see whether the bulbwas in it, and repeated the same thing twice or three times,until at last he perceived that he was outwitted. Then,keeping down the agitation which was raging in his breast,he took up the rake, smoothed the ground, so as to leave iton his retiring in the same state as he had found it, and,quite abashed and rueful, walked back to the door, affectingthe unconcerned air of an ordinary visitor of the garden."

"Oh, the wretch!" muttered Cornelius, wiping the cold sweatfrom his brow. "Oh, the wretch! I guessed his intentions.But the bulb, Rosa; what have you done with it? It isalready rather late to plant it."

"The bulb? It has been in the ground for these six days."

"Where? and how?" cried Cornelius. "Good Heaven, whatimprudence! What is it? In what sort of soil is it? It whataspect? Good or bad? Is there no risk of having it filchedby that detestable Jacob?"

"There is no danger of its being stolen," said Rosa, "unlessJacob will force the door of my chamber."

"Oh! then it is with you in your bedroom?" said Cornelius,somewhat relieved. "But in what soil? in what vessel? Youdon't let it grow, I hope, in water like those good ladiesof Haarlem and Dort, who imagine that water could replacethe earth?"

"You may make yourself comfortable on that score," saidRosa, smiling; "your bulb is not growing in water."

"I breathe again."

"It is in a good, sound stone pot, just about the size ofthe jug in which you had planted yours. The soil is composedof three parts of common mould, taken from the best spot ofthe garden, and one of the sweepings of the road. I haveheard you and that detestable Jacob, as you call him, sooften talk about what is the soil best fitted for growingtulips, that I know it as well as the first gardener ofHaarlem."

"And now what is the aspect, Rosa?"

"At present it has the sun all day long, -- that is to saywhen the sun shines. But when it once peeps out of theground, I shall do as you have done here, dear MynheerCornelius: I shall put it out of my window on the easternside from eight in the morning until eleven and in my windowtowards the west from three to five in the afternoon."

"That's it! that's it!" cried Cornelius; "and you are aperfect gardener, my pretty Rosa. But I am afraid thenursing of my tulip will take up all your time."

"Yes, it will," said Rosa; "but never mind. Your tulip is mydaughter. I shall devote to it the same time as I should toa child of mine, if I were a mother. Only by becoming itsmother," Rosa added, smilingly, "can I cease to be itsrival."

"My kind and pretty Rosa!" muttered Cornelius casting on hera glance in which there was much more of the lover than ofthe gardener, and which afforded Rosa some consolation.

Then, after a silence of some moments, during whichCornelius had grasped through the openings of the gratingfor the receding hand of Rosa, he said, --

"Do you mean to say that the bulb has now been in the groundfor six days?"

"Yes, six days, Mynheer Cornelius," she answered.

"And it does not yet show leaf"

"No, but I think it will to-morrow."

"Well, then, to-morrow you will bring me news about it, andabout yourself, won't you, Rosa? I care very much for thedaughter, as you called it just now, but I care even muchmore for the mother."

"To-morrow?" said Rosa, looking at Cornelius askance. "Idon't know whether I shall be able to come to-morrow."

"Good heavens!" said Cornelius, "why can't you cometo-morrow?"

"Mynheer Cornelius, I have lots of things to do."

"And I have only one," muttered Cornelius.

"Yes," said Rosa, "to love your tulip."

"To love you, Rosa."

Rosa shook her head, after which followed a pause.

"Well," -- Cornelius at last broke the silence, -- "well,Rosa, everything changes in the realm of nature; the flowersof spring are succeeded by other flowers; and the bees,which so tenderly caressed the violets and the wall-flowers,will flutter with just as much love about the honey-suckles,the rose, the jessamine, and the carnation."

"What does all this mean?" asked Rosa.

"You have abandoned me, Miss Rosa, to seek your pleasureelsewhere. You have done well, and I will not complain. Whatclaim have I to your fidelity?"

"My fidelity!" Rosa exclaimed, with her eyes full of tears,and without caring any longer to hide from Cornelius thisdew of pearls dropping on her cheeks, "my fidelity! have Inot been faithful to you?"

"Do you call it faithful to desert me, and to leave me hereto die?"

"But, Mynheer Cornelius," said Rosa, "am I not doingeverything for you that could give you pleasure? have I notdevoted myself to your tulip?"

"You are bitter, Rosa, you reproach me with the onlyunalloyed pleasure which I have had in this world."

"I reproach you with nothing, Mynheer Cornelius, except,perhaps, with the intense grief which I felt when peoplecame to tell me at the Buytenhof that you were about to beput to death."

"You are displeased, Rosa, my sweet girl, with my lovingflowers."

"I am not displeased with your loving them, MynheerCornelius, only it makes me sad to think that you love thembetter than you do me."

"Oh, my dear, dear Rosa! look how my hands tremble; look atmy pale cheek, hear how my heart beats. It is for you, mylove, not for the black tulip. Destroy the bulb, destroy thegerm of that flower, extinguish the gentle light of thatinnocent and delightful dream, to which I have accustomedmyself; but love me, Rosa, love me; for I feel deeply that Ilove but you."

"Yes, after the black tulip," sighed Rosa, who at last nolonger coyly withdrew her warm hands from the grating, asCornelius most affectionately kissed them.

"Above and before everything in this world, Rosa."

"May I believe you?"

"As you believe in your own existence."

"Well, then, be it so; but loving me does not bind you toomuch."

"Unfortunately, it does not bind me more than I am bound;but it binds you, Rosa, you."

"To what?"

"First of all, not to marry."

She smiled.

"That's your way," she said; "you are tyrants all of you.You worship a certain beauty, you think of nothing but her.Then you are condemned to death, and whilst walking to thescaffold, you devote to her your last sigh; and now youexpect poor me to sacrifice to you all my dreams and myhappiness."

"But who is the beauty you are talking of, Rosa?" saidCornelius, trying in vain to remember a woman to whom Rosamight possibly be alluding.

"The dark beauty with a slender waist, small feet, and anoble head; in short, I am speaking of your flower."

Cornelius smiled.

"That is an imaginary lady love, at all events; whereas,without counting that amorous Jacob, you by your own accountare surrounded with all sorts of swains eager to make loveto you. Do you remember Rosa, what you told me of thestudents, officers, and clerks of the Hague? Are there noclerks, officers, or students at Loewestein?"

"Indeed there are, and lots of them."

"Who write letters?"

"They do write."

"And now, as you know how to read ---- "

Here Cornelius heaved a sigh at the thought, that, poorcaptive as he was, to him alone Rosa owed the faculty ofreading the love-letters which she received.

"As to that," said Rosa, "I think that in reading the notesaddressed to me, and passing the different swains in reviewwho send them to me, I am only following your instructions."

"How so? My instructions?"

"Indeed, your instructions, sir," said Rosa, sighing in herturn; "have you forgotten the will written by your hand onthe Bible of Cornelius de Witt? I have not forgotten it; fornow, as I know how to read, I read it every day over andover again. In that will you bid me to love and marry ahandsome young man of twenty-six or eight years. I am on thelook-out for that young man, and as the whole of my day istaken up with your tulip, you must needs leave me theevenings to find him."

"But, Rosa, the will was made in the expectation of death,and, thanks to Heaven, I am still alive."

"Well, then, I shall not be after the handsome young man,and I shall come to see you."

"That's it, Rosa, come! come!"

"Under one condition."

"Granted beforehand!"

"That the black tulip shall not be mentioned for the nextthree days."

"It shall never be mentioned any more, if you wish it,Rosa."

"No, no," the damsel said, laughing, "I will not ask forimpossibilities."

And, saying this, she brought her fresh cheek, as ifunconsciously, so near the iron grating, that Cornelius wasable to touch it with his lips.

Rosa uttered a little scream, which, however, was full oflove, and disappeared.

Chapter 21

The Second Bulb

The night was a happy one, and the whole of the next dayhappier still.

During the last few days, the prison had been heavy, dark,and lowering, as it were, with all its weight on theunfortunate captive. Its walls were black, its air chilling,the iron bars seemed to exclude every ray of light.

But when Cornelius awoke next morning, a beam of the morningsun was playing about those iron bars; pigeons were hoveringabout with outspread wings, whilst others were lovinglycooing on the roof or near the still closed window.

Cornelius ran to that window and opened it; it seemed to himas if new life, and joy, and liberty itself were enteringwith this sunbeam into his cell, which, so dreary of late,was now cheered and irradiated by the light of love.

When Gryphus, therefore, came to see his prisoner in themorning, he no longer found him morose and lying in bed, butstanding at the window, and singing a little ditty.

"Halloa!" exclaimed the jailer.

"How are you this morning?" asked Cornelius.

Gryphus looked at him with a scowl.

"And how is the dog, and Master Jacob, and our pretty Rosa?"

Gryphus ground his teeth, saying. --

"Here is your breakfast."

"Thank you, friend Cerberus," said the prisoner; "you arejust in time; I am very hungry."

"Oh! you are hungry, are you?" said Gryphus.

"And why not?" asked Van Baerle.

"The conspiracy seems to thrive," remarked Gryphus.

"What conspiracy?"

"Very well, I know what I know, Master Scholar; just bequiet, we shall be on our guard."

"Be on your guard, friend Gryphus; be on your guard as longas you please; my conspiracy, as well as my person, isentirely at your service."

"We'll see that at noon."

Saying this, Gryphus went out.

"At noon?" repeated Cornelius; "what does that mean? Well,let us wait until the clock strikes twelve, and we shallsee."

It was very easy for Cornelius to wait for twelve at midday,as he was already waiting for nine at night.

It struck twelve, and there were heard on the staircase notonly the steps of Gryphus, but also those of three or foursoldiers, who were coming up with him.

The door opened. Gryphus entered, led his men in, and shutthe door after them.

"There, now search!"

They searched not only the pockets of Cornelius, but evenhis person; yet they found nothing.

They then searched the sheets, the mattress, and the strawmattress of his bed; and again they found nothing.

Now, Cornelius rejoiced that he had not taken the thirdsucker under his own care. Gryphus would have been sure toferret it out in the search, and would then have treated itas he did the first.

And certainly never did prisoner look with greatercomplacency at a search made in his cell than Cornelius.

Gryphus retired with the pencil and the two or three leavesof white paper which Rosa had given to Van Baerle, this wasthe only trophy brought back from the expedition.

At six Gryphus came back again, but alone; Cornelius triedto propitiate him, but Gryphus growled, showed a large toothlike a tusk, which he had in the corner of his mouth, andwent out backwards, like a man who is afraid of beingattacked from behind.

Cornelius burst out laughing, to which Gryphus answeredthrough the grating, --

"Let him laugh that wins."

The winner that day was Cornelius; Rosa came at nine.