It is true his agitation might have been attributable to the emotion which the man must have felt on suddenly recognising the Prince.
“But,” continued the Stadtholder, “here is a young damsel who also pretends to have found it.”
Boxtel, with a disdainful smile, shrugged his shoulders.
William watched all his movements with evident interest and curiosity.
“Then you don’t know this young girl?” said the Prince.
“No, your Highness!”
“And you, child, do you know Master Boxtel?”
“No; I don’t know Master Boxtel, but I know Master Jacob.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean to say that at Lœvestein the man who here calls himself Isaac Boxtel went by the name of Master Jacob.”
“What do you say to that, Master Boxtel?”
“I say, that this damsel lies, Your Highness.”
“You deny, therefore, having ever been at Lœvestein?”
Boxtel hesitated; the fixed and searching glance of the proud eye of the Prince prevented him from lying.
“I cannot deny having been at Lœvestein, Your Highness, but I deny having stolen the tulip.”
“You have stolen it, and that from my room,” cried Rosa, with indignation.
“I deny it.”
“Now listen to me. Do you deny having followed me into the garden, on the day when I prepared the border where I was to plant it? Do you deny having followed me into the garden, when I pretended to plant
