Черный тюльпан
The Black Tulip changes Masters
Ihadgiventhelettertomymessenger;hestartedbeforeIlefthishouse;Icamehome,andmydoorwaslocked,everythinginmyroomwasasIhadleftit,exceptthetulip,—thatwasgone.Someonemusthavehadakeyformyroom,orhavegotafalseonemadeonpurpose.”
Shewasnearlychokingwithsobs,andwasunabletocontinue.
Cornelius,immovableandfullofconsternation,heardalmostwithoutunderstanding,andonlymuttered,—
“Stolen,stolen,andIamlost!”
“OCornelius,forgiveme,forgiveme,itwillkillme!”
SeeingRosa’sdistress,Corneliusseizedtheironbarsofthegrating,andfuriouslyshakingthem,calledout,—
“Rosa,Rosa,wehavebeenrobbed,itistrue,butshallweallowourselvestobedejectedforallthat?No,no;themisfortuneisgreat,butitmayperhapsberemedied.Rosa,weknowthethief!”
“Alas!whatcanIsayaboutit?”
“ButIsaythatitisnooneelsebutthatinfamousJacob.ShallweallowhimtocarrytoHaarlemthefruitofourlabour,thefruitofoursleeplessnights,thechildofourlove?Rosa,wemustpursue,wemustovertakehim!”
“Buthowcanwedoallthis,myfriend,withoutlettingmyfatherknowwewereincommunicationwitheachother?HowshouldI,apoorgirl,withsolittleknowledgeoftheworldanditsways,beabletoattainthisend,whichperhapsyoucouldnotattainyourself?”
“Rosa,Rosa,openthisdoortome,andyouwillseewhetherIwillnotfindthethief,—whetherIwillnotmakehimconfesshiscrimeandbegformercy.
