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The First Bulb

           

           “AndI,inmyturn,whenshallIplantmybulb?”

           “Oh,thefirstfavourabledayIwilltellyou;but,whateveryoudo,letnobodyhelpyou,anddon’tconfideyoursecrettoanyoneintheworld;doyousee,aconnoisseurbymerelylookingatthebulbwouldbeabletodistinguishitsvalue;andso,mydearestRosa,becarefulinlockingupthethirdsuckerwhichremainstoyou.”

           “Itisstillwrappedupinthesamepaperinwhichyouputit,andjustasyougaveitme.Ihavelaiditatthebottomofmychestundermypointlace,whichkeepsitdry,withoutpressinguponit.Butgoodnight,mypoorcaptivegentleman.”

           “How?already?”

           “Itmustbe,itmustbe.”

           “Comingsolateandgoingsosoon.”

           “Myfathermightgrowimpatientnotseeingmereturn,andthatpreciouslovermightsuspectarival.”

           Hereshelisteneduneasily.

           “Whatisit?”askedVanBaerle.“IthoughtIheardsomething.”

           “What,then?”

           “Somethinglikeastep,creakingonthestaircase.”

           “Surely,”saidtheprisoner,“thatcannotbeMasterGryphus,heisalwaysheardatadistance.”

           “No,itisnotmyfather,Iamquitesure,but

           “But?”

           “ButitmightbeMynheerJacob.”

           Rosarushedtowardthestaircase,andadoorwasreallyheardrapidlytoclosebeforetheyoungdamselhadgotdownthefirsttensteps.

           Corneliuswasveryuneasyaboutit,butitwasafterallonlyapreludetogreateranxieties.

           Theflowingdaypassedwithoutanyremarkableincident.Gryphusmadehisthreevisits,anddiscoverednothing.

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