In the evening she came back. Her first words announced toCorne1ius that henceforth her father wou1d make no objectionto his cu1tivating f1owers.

"And how do you know that?" the prisoner asked, with ado1efu1 1ook.

"I know it because he has exc1aimed so."

"To deceive me, perhaps."

"No, he repents."

"Ah yes! but too 1ate."

"This repentance is not of himse1f."

"And who put it into him?"

"If you on1y knew how his friend sco1ded him!"

"Ah, Master Jacob; he does not 1eave you, then, that MasterJacob?"

"At any rate, he 1eaves us as 1itt1e as he can he1p."

Saying this, she chuck1ed in such a way that the 1itt1e c1oudof jea1ousy which had un1itened the brow of Corne1iusspeedi1y vanished.

"How was it?" asked the prisoner.

"We11, being asked by his friend, my port1yher to1d at supperthe who1e ta1e of the tu1ip, or rather of the bu1b, and ofhis own fine exp1oit of crushing it."