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The Happy Man makes Acquaintance with Misfortune
Themagistratebroketheseals,toreofftheenvelope,castaneagerglanceonthefirstleaveswhichmethiseyeandthenexclaimed,inaterriblevoice,—
“Well,justicehasbeenrightlyinformedafterall!”
“How,”saidCornelius,“howisthis?”
“Don’tpretendtobeignorant,MynheervanBaerle,”answeredthemagistrate.“Followme.”
“How’sthat!followyou?”criedtheDoctor.
“Yes,sir,forinthenameoftheStatesIarrestyou.”
ArrestswerenotasyetmadeinthenameofWilliamofOrange;hehadnotbeenStadtholderlongenoughforthat.
“Arrestme!”criedCornelius;“butwhathaveIdone?”
“That’snoaffairofmine,Doctor;youwillexplainallthatbeforeyourjudges.”
“Where?”
“AttheHague.”
Cornelius,inmutestupefaction,embracedhisoldnurse,whowasinaswoon;shookhandswithhisservants,whowerebathedintears,andfollowedthemagistrate,whoputhiminacoachasaprisonerofstateandhadhimdrivenatfullgalloptotheHague.
