people are waiting in the High Street to see you come out by the principal entrance. From there I should try to reach the gate by which you intend to leave the town.”
“But my brother is not able to walk,” said John.
“I shall try,” Cornelius said, with an expression of most sublime fortitude.
“But have you not got your carriage?” asked the girl.
“The carriage is down near the great entrance.”
“Not so,” she replied. “I considered your coachman to be a faithful man, and I told him to wait for you at the postern.”
The two brothers looked first at each other, and then at Rosa, with a glance full of the most tender gratitude.
“The question is now,” said the Grand Pensionary, “whether Gryphus will open this door for us.”
“Indeed, he will do no such thing,” said Rosa.
“Well, and how then?”
“I have foreseen his refusal, and just now whilst he was talking from the window of the porter’s lodge with a dragoon, I took away the key from his bunch.”
“And you have got it?”
“Here it is, Mynheer John.”
“My child,” said Cornelius, “I have nothing to give you in exchange for the service you are rendering us but the Bible which you will find in my room; it is the last gift of an honest man; I hope it will bring you good luck.”
“I thank you, Master Cornelius, it shall never leave me,” replied Rosa.
And then, with a sigh, she said to herself, “What a pity that I do not know how to read!”
“The shouts and cries are growing louder and
