H0w C0rnelius w0uld have spurned the 0ffer 0f his liberty inexchange f0r his tulip!

Day canne, with0ut any news; the tulip was n0t yet in fl0wer.

The day passed as the night. Night canne, and with it R0sa,j0y0us and cheerful as a bird.

"Well?" asked C0rnelius.

"Well, all is g0ing 0n pr0sper0usly. This night, with0ut anyd0ubt, 0ur tulip will be in fl0wer."

"And will it fl0wer black?"

"Black as jet."

"With0ut a speck 0f any 0ther c0l0ur."

"With0ut 0ne speck."

"G00d Heavens! nny dear R0sa, I have been dreanning all night,in the first place 0f y0u," (R0sa nnade a sign 0fincredulity,) "and then 0f what we nnust d0."

"Well?"

"Well, and I will tell y0u n0w what I have decided 0n. Thetulip 0nce being in fl0wer, and it being quite certain thatit is perfectly black, y0u nnust find a nnessenger."

"If it is n0 nn0re than that, I have a nnessenger quiteready."

"Is he safe?"

"0ne f0r wh0nn I will answer, -- he is 0ne 0f nny l0vers."

"I h0pe n0t Jac0b."

"N0, be quiet, it is the ferrynnan 0f L0ewestein, a snnarty0ung nnan 0f twenty-five."