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Do you remember Rosa, what you told me of the students, officers, and clerks of the Hague? Are there no clerks, 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 "
During this time, the guards who had seized Cornelius busied themselves in charitably informing their prisoner of the usages and customs of Loewestein, which however he knew as well as they did. The regulations had been read to him at the moment of his entering the prison, and certain articles in them remained fixed in his memory.
"Certainly," said Van Systens, "the prisoner of state ought to be kept in close confinement at Loewestein." "Alas! sir." "And from what you tell me you took advantage of your position, as daughter of the jailer, to communicate with a prisoner of state about the cultivation of flowers." "So it is, sir," Rosa murmured in dismay; "yes, I am bound to confess, I saw him every day."
"Then you don't know this young girl?" said the Prince. "No, your Highness!" "And you, child, do you know Master Boxtel?" "No, I don't know Master Boxtel, but I know Master Jacob." "What do you mean?" "I mean to say that at Loewestein the man who here calls himself Isaac Boxtel went by the name of Master Jacob." "What do you say to that, Master Boxtel?"
"By a poor prisoner of Loewestein." "By a prisoner of Loewestein?" repeated the Prince. The tone of his voice startled Rosa, who was sure she had heard it before. "By a prisoner of state, then," continued the Prince, "as there are none else there." Having said this he began to read again, at least in appearance. "Yes," said Rosa, with a faltering voice, "yes, by a prisoner of state."
The man had only a two-wheel chaise, and this was the vehicle which Boxtel had hired since last evening, and in which he was now driving along the road to Delft; for the road from Loewestein to Haarlem, owing to the many canals, rivers, and rivulets intersecting the country, is exceedingly circuitous.
Had he been able to get at Van Baerle, he would have pounced upon him and strangled him. And so, then, Cornelius was to live, and was to go with him to Loewestein, and thither to his prison he would take with him his bulbs; and perhaps he would even find a garden where the black tulip would flower for him.
The question now was, whether Rosa, who had made the journey from the Hague to Loewestein, and who Cornelius did not understand how had succeeded even in penetrating into the prison, would also be fortunate enough in penetrating to the prisoner himself.
Touch it cautiously, Rosa, your lips are burning. Yes, perhaps at this moment the two objects of my dearest love caress each other under the eye of Heaven." At this moment, a star blazed in the southern sky, and shot through the whole horizon, falling down, as it were, on the fortress of Loewestein. Cornelius felt a thrill run through his frame.
"Ah! that's true, my sweet Rosa. Oh, my God! how wicked men are! What have I done to offend them, and why have they deprived me of my liberty? You are right, Rosa, I cannot live without you. Well, you will send some one to Haarlem, that's settled; really, the matter is wonderful enough for the President to put himself to some trouble. He will come himself to Loewestein to see the tulip."
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