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"Well," said Gryphus, coming down from the last visit, "I think we shall soon get rid of our scholar." Rosa was startled. "Nonsense!" said Jacob. "What do you mean?" "He doesn't drink, he doesn't eat, he doesn't leave his bed. He will get out of it, like Mynheer Grotius, in a chest, only the chest will be a coffin." Rosa grew pale as death.
On the following day Gryphus appeared to him even more hideous, brutal, and hateful than usual; in his mind, or rather in his heart, there had been some hope that it was the old man who prevented his daughter from coming. In his wrath he would have strangled Gryphus, but would not this have separated him for ever from Rosa?
In truth, my friend, I'm very much obliged to you. Goodbye." The carriage drove away. "Ah! you villain, you brigand," roared Gryphus, clinching his fists at the victim who was escaping from his clutches, "is it not a shame that this fellow gets off without having restored my daughter to me?"
The third day after the theft Gryphus, armed with a stick and a knife, attacked Cornelius, calling out, "Give me back my daughter." Cornelius got hold of the stick, forced Gryphus to drop the knife, and then proceeded to give the gaoler a thrashing. The noise brought in turnkeys and guards, who speedily carried off the wounded gaoler and arrested Van Baerle.
This was Boxtel, who had bribed the headsman to let him have Van Baerle's clothes, believing that he would thus obtain the priceless bulbs. Van Baerle was sent to the prison of Loewenstein, and in February 1673, when he was thinking his tulips lost for ever, he heard Rosa's voice. Gryphus had applied for the gaolership of Loewenstein, and had been appointed.
Cornelius started on the same day for Dort with Rosa, who sent her lover's old housekeeper as a messenger to her father, to apprise him of all that had taken place. Those who, thanks to our description, have learned the character of old Gryphus, will comprehend that it was hard for him to become reconciled to his son-in-law.
There is nothing more galling to angry people than the coolness of those on whom they wish to vent their spleen. The expense being once incurred, one does not like to lose it; one's passion is roused, and one's blood boiling, so it would be labour lost not to have at least a nice little row. Gryphus, therefore, on seeing that Cornelius did not stir, tried to attract his attention by a loud
Gryphus nearly fainted with anger and with fright, but he soon rallied, and said, putting his hand in his pocket, "Well, as you force me to it," and with these words he drew forth a clasp-knife and opened it. "Halloa! a knife?" said Cornelius, preparing to defend himself with his stick. In which Van Baerle, before leaving Loewestein, settles Accounts with Gryphus
"Well, then, I, who am a sorcerer, as you know, change your bad into excellent bread, which I relish more than the best cake; and then I have the double pleasure of eating something that gratifies my palate, and of doing something that puts you in a rage." Gryphus answered with a growl. "Oh! you confess, then, that you are a sorcerer." "Indeed, I am one.
I'll pinch you worse," roared Gryphus. "I wish you may." "Don't you see my hand is empty?" "Yes, I see it, and I am glad of it." "You know that it is not generally so when I come upstairs in the morning." "It's true, you generally bring me the worst soup, and the most miserable rations one can imagine.
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