Черный тюльпан
The Pigeons of Dort
AssoonasIreceivedyourletter,which,alas!Icouldnotreadmyself,butwhichyourhousekeeperreadtome,Ihastenedtomyaunt;thereIremaineduntilthePrinceshouldcometothedairy;andwhenhecame,IaskedhimasafavourtoallowmyfathertoexchangehispostattheprisonoftheHaguewiththejailerofthefortressofLoewestein.ThePrincecouldnothavesuspectedmyobject;hadheknownit,hewouldhaverefusedmyrequest,butasitishegrantedit.”
“Andsoyouarehere?”
“Asyousee.”
“AndthusIshallseeyoueveryday?”
“AsoftenasIcanmanageit.”
“Oh,Rosa,mybeautifulRosa,doyoulovemealittle?”
“Alittle?”shesaid,“youmakenogreatpretensions,MynheerCornelius.”
Corneliustenderlystretchedouthishandstowardsher,buttheywereonlyabletotoucheachotherwiththetipsoftheirfingersthroughthewiregrating.
“Hereismyfather,”saidshe.
Rosathenabruptlydrewbackfromthedoor,andrantomeetoldGryphus,whomadehisappearanceatthetopofthestaircase.
