still, pen and ink, and I will write, or rather, on second thoughts, you will, for if I did it, being a poor prisoner, people might, like your father, see a conspiracy in it. You will write to the President of the Horticultural Society, and I am sure he will come.”
“But if he tarries?”
“Well, let us suppose that he tarries one day, or even two; but it is impossible. A tulip-fancier like him will not tarry one hour, not one minute, not one second, to set out to see the eighth wonder of the world. But as I said if he tarried one or even two days, the tulip will still be in its full splendour. The flower once being seen by the President, and the protocol being drawn up, all is in order; you will only keep a duplicate of the protocol, and intrust the tulip to him. Ah! if we had been able to carry it ourselves, Rosa, it would never have left my hands but to pass into yours; but this is a dream, which we must not entertain,” continued Cornelius with a sigh, “the eyes of strangers will see it flower to the last. And above all, Rosa, before the President has seen it, let it not be seen by any one. Alas! if any one saw the black tulip, it would be stolen.”
“Oh!”
“Did you not tell me yourself what you apprehend from your lover Jacob? people will steal one guilder, why not a hundred thousand?”
“I shall watch; be quiet.”
“But if it opened whilst you are here?”
“The whimsical little thing would indeed be quite capable of playing such a trick,” said Rosa.
“And if on your return you find it open?”
“Well?”
“Oh, Rosa, whenever it opens, remember that not a moment must be lost in apprising the President.”
“And in apprising you. Yes, I understand.”
