Cornelius received this innocent confidence with a smile; he felt as if a ray of good fortune was shining on his path.
“Now, then, what are you chattering there together about,” said Gryphus, rising and supporting his right arm with his left.
“Nothing,” said Rosa; “the doctor is explaining to me what diet you are to keep.”
“Diet, diet for me? Well, my fine girl, I shall put you on diet too.”
“On what diet, my father?”
“Never to go to the cells of the prisoners, and if ever you should happen to go, to leave them as soon as possible. Come, off with me, lead the way, and be quick.”
Rosa and Cornelius exchanged glances.
That of Rosa tried to express,—
“There, you see?”
That of Cornelius said,—
“Let it be as the Lord will.”
CHAPTER XI.
Cornelius Van Baerle Will.
Rosa had not been mistaken; the judges came on the following day to the Buitenhof, and proceeded with the trial of Cornelius Van Baerle. The examination, however, did not last long, it having appeared on evidence that Cornelius had kept at his house that fatal correspondence of the brothers De Witte with France.
He did not deny it.
The only point about which there seemed any difficulty was, whether this correspondence had been intrusted to him by his godfather Cornelius De Witte.
