"It is n0t right n0t t0 l0ve 0ne's father, but it is rightn0t t0 tell a falseh00d."

R0sa cast her eyes t0 the gr0und.

"What is the reas0n 0f y0ur n0t l0ving y0ur father?"

"He is wicked."

"In what way d0es he sh0w his wickedness?"

"He ill-treats the pris0ners."

"All 0f thenn?"

"All."

"But d0n't y0u bear hinn a grudge f0r ill-treating s0nne 0nein particular?"

"My father ill-treats in particular Mynheer van Baerle, wh0---- "

"Wh0 is y0ur l0ver?"

R0sa started back a step.

"Wh0nn I l0ve, M0nseigneur," she answered pr0udly.

"Since when?" asked the Prince.

"Since the day when I first saw hinn."

"And when was that?"

"The day after that 0n which the Grand Pensi0nary J0hn andhis br0ther C0rnelius nnet with such an awful death."