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And, all the while feigning to be engaged with his book, he watched Rosa with even more attention than he had before. "And you are fond of flowers?" continued Mynheer van Systens. "Yes, sir." "Then you are an experienced florist, I dare say?" Rosa hesitated a moment; then with a tone which came from the depth of her heart, she said, "Gentlemen, I am speaking to men of honor."

Rosa's speech seemed to have brought a certain conviction into the heart of Van Systens, and he was going to answer her in a gentler tone, when at once a great noise was heard in the street, and loud cheers shook the house. "What is this?" cried the burgomaster; "what is this? Is it possible? have I heard aright?"

"Oh, sir! that's my tulip, which has been stolen from me. I came here to reclaim it before you and from you." "Oh! oh!" said Van Systens, looking at Rosa. "What! you are here to claim the tulip of Master Boxtel? Well, I must say, you are cool enough." "Honoured sir," a little put out by this apostrophe, "I do not say that I am coming to claim the tulip of Master Boxtel, but to reclaim my own."

It was the proof of Van Baerle's innocence and of his ownership of the bulbs. "Go, Mynheer Boxtel; you shall have justice. And you, Mynheer van Systens, take care of this maiden and of the tulip," said the prince. That same evening the prince summoned Rosa to the town hall, and talked to her. Rosa did not deny her love for Cornelius.

Her eyes suddenly lighted up; she read, with breathless anxiety, the mysterious paper over and over again; and at last, uttering a cry, held it out to the Prince and said, "Read, Monseigneur, for Heaven's sake, read!" William handed the third bulb to Van Systens, took the paper, and read.

"Dear Mynheer van Systens," said William of Orange, with a serenity which, with him, took the place of a smile, "I am a true Hollander, I am fond of the water, of beer, and of flowers, sometimes even of that cheese the flavour of which seems so grateful to the French; the flower which I prefer to all others is, of course, the tulip.

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