longer　live　at　Dort：　away；　then；　for　them；　to　the　Hague！　to
  the　Hague！〃
  And　Boxtel；　without　taking　any　notice　of　the　treasures　about
  him；　so　entirely　were　his　thoughts　absorbed　by　another
  inestimable　treasure；　let　himself　out　by　the　window；　glided
  down　the　ladder；　carried　it　back　to　the　place　whence　he　had
  taken　it；　and；　like　a　beast　of　prey；　returned　growling　to
  his　house。
  Chapter　9
  The　Family　Cell
  It　was　about　midnight　when　poor　Van　Baerle　was　locked　up　in
  the　prison　of　the　Buytenhof。
  What　Rosa　foresaw　had　come　to　pass。　On　finding　the　cell　of
  Cornelius　de　Witt　empty；　the　wrath　of　the　people　ran　very
  high；　and　had　Gryphus　fallen　into　the　hands　of　those　madmen
  he　would　certainly　have　had　to　pay　with　his　life　for　the
  prisoner。
  But　this　fury　had　vented　itself　most　fully　on　the　two
  brothers　when　they　were　overtaken　by　the　murderers；　thanks
  to　the　precaution　which　William　　the　man　of　precautions
  had　taken　in　having　the　gates　of　the　city　closed。
  A　momentary　lull　had　therefore　set　in　whilst　the　prison　was
  empty；　and　Rosa　availed　herself　of　this　favourable　moment　to
  come　forth　from　her　hiding　place；　which　she　also　induced　her
  father　to　leave。
  The　prison　was　therefore　completely　deserted。　Why　should
  people　remain　in　the　jail　whilst　murder　was　going　on　at　the
  Tol…Hek？
  Gryphus　came　forth　trembling　behind　the　courageous　Rosa。
  They　went　to　close　the　great　gate；　at　least　as　well　as　it
  would　close；　considering　that　it　was　half　demolished。　It　was
  easy　to　see　that　a　hurricane　of　mighty　fury　had　vented
  itself　upon　it。
  About　four　o'clock　a　return　of　the　noise　was　heard；　but　of
  no　threatening　character　to　Gryphus　and　his　daughter。　The
  people　were　only　dragging　in　the　two　corpses；　which　they
  came　back　to　gibbet　at　the　usual　place　of　execution。
  Rosa　hid　herself　this　time　also；　but　only　that　she　might　not
  see　the　ghastly　spectacle。
  At　midnight；　people　again　knocked　at　the　gate　of　the　jail；
  or　rather　at　the　barricade　which　served　in　its　stead：　it　was
  Cornelius　van　Baerle　whom　they　were　bringing。
  When　the　jailer　received　this　new　inmate；　and　saw　from　the
  warrant　the　name　and　station　of　his　prisoner；　he　muttered
  with　his　turnkey　smile；
  〃Godson　of　Cornelius　de　Witt！　Well；　young　man；　we　have　the
  family　cell　here；　and　we　will　give　it　to　you。〃
  And　quite　enchanted　with　his　joke；　the　ferocious　Orangeman
  took　his　cresset　and　his　keys　to　conduct　Cornelius　to　the
  cell；　which　on　that　very　morning　Cornelius　de　Witt　had　left
  to　go　into　exile；　or　what　in　revolutionary　times　is　meant
  instead　by　those　sublime　philosophers　who　lay　it　down　as　an
  axiom　of　high　policy；　〃It　is　the　dead　only　who　do　not
  return。〃
  On　the　way　which　the　despairing　florist　had　to　traverse　to
  reach　that　cell　he　heard　nothing　but　the　barking　of　a　dog；
  and　saw　nothing　but　the　face　of　a　young　girl。
  The　dog　rushed　forth　from　a　niche　in　the　wall；　shaking　his
  heavy　chain；　and　sniffing　all　round　Cornelius　in　order　so
  much　the　better　to　recognise　him　in　case　he　should　be
  ordered　to　pounce　upon　him。
  The　young　girl；　whilst　the　prisoner　was　mounting　the
  staircase；　appeared　at　the　narrow　door　of　her　chamber；　which
  opened　on　that　very　flight　of　steps；　and；　holding　the　lamp
  in　her　right　hand；　she　at　the　same　time　lit　up　her　pretty
  blooming　face；　surrounded　by　a　profusion　of　rich　wavy　golden
  locks；　whilst　with　her　left　she　held　her　white　night…dress
  closely　over　her　breast；　having　been　roused　from　her　first
  slumber　by　the　unexpected　arrival　of　Van　Baerle。
  It　would　have　made　a　fine　picture；　worthy　of　Rembrandt；　the
  gloomy　winding　stairs　illuminated　by　the　reddish　glare　of
  the　cresset　of　Gryphus；　with　his　scowling　jailer's
  countenance　at　the　top；　the　melancholy　figure　of　Cornelius
  bending　over　the　banister　to　look　down　upon　the　sweet　face
  of　Rosa；　standing；　as　it　were；　in　the　bright　frame　of　the
  door　of　her　chamber；　with　embarrassed　mien　at　being　thus
  seen　by　a　stranger。
  And　at　the　bottom；　quite　in　the　shade；　where　the　details　are
  absorbed　in　the　obscurity；　the　mastiff；　with　his　eyes
  glistening　like　carbuncles；　and　shaking　his　chain；　on　which
  the　double　light　from　the　lamp　of　Rosa　and　the　lantern　of
  Gryphus　threw　a　brilliant　glitter。
  The　sublime　master　would；　however；　have　been　altogether
  unable　to　render　the　sorrow　expressed　in　the　face　of　Rosa；
  when　she　saw　this　pale；　handsome　young　man　slowly　climbing
  the　stairs；　and　thought　of　the　full　import　of　the　words；
  which　her　father　had　just　spoken；　〃You　will　have　the　family
  cell。〃
  This　vision　lasted　but　a　moment；　　much　less　time　than　we
  have　taken　to　describe　it。　Gryphus　then　proceeded　on　his
  way；　Cornelius　was　forced　to　follow　him；　and　five　minutes
  afterwards　he　entered　his　prison；　of　which　it　is　unnecessary
  to　say　more；　as　the　reader　is　already　acquainted　with　it。
  Gryphus　pointed　with　his　finger　to　the　bed　on　which　the
  martyr　had　suffered　so　much；　who　on　that　day　had　rendered
  his　soul　to　God。　Then；　taking　up　his　cresset；　he　quitted　the
  cell。
  Thus　left　alone；　Cornelius　threw　himself　on　his　bed；　but　he
  slept　not；　he　kept　his　eye　fixed　on　the　narrow　window；
  barred　with　iron；　which　looked　on　the　Buytenhof；　and　in　this
  way　saw　from　behind　the　trees　that　first　pale　beam　of　light
  which　morning　sheds　on　the　earth　as　a　white　mantle。
  Now　and　then　during　the　night　horses　had　galloped　at　a　smart
  pace　over　the　Buytenhof；　the　heavy　tramp　of　the　patrols　had
  resounded　from　the　pavement；　and　the　slow　matches　of　the
  arquebuses；　flaring　in　the　east　wind；　had　thrown　up　at
  intervals　a　sudden　glare　as　far　as　to　the　panes　of　his
  window。
  But　when　the　rising　sun　began　to　gild　the　coping　stones　at
  the　gable　ends　of　the　houses；　Cornelius；　eager　to　know
  whether　there　was　any　living　creature　about　him；　approached
  the　window；　and　cast　a　sad　look　round　the　circular　yard
  before　him
  At　the　end　of　the　yard　a　dark　mass；　tinted　with　a　dingy　blue
  by　the　morning　dawn；　rose　before　him；　its　dark　outlines
  standing　out　in　contrast　to　the　houses　already　illuminated
  by　the　pale　light　of　early　morning。
  Cornelius　recognised　the　gibbet。
  On　it　were　suspended　two　shapeless　trunks；　which　indeed　were
  no　more　than　bleeding　skeletons。
  The　good　people　of　the　Hague　had　chopped　off　the　flesh　of
  its　victims；　but　faithfully　carried　the　remainder　to　the
  gibbet；　to　have　a　pretext　for　a　double　inscription　written
  on　a　huge　placard；　on　which　Cornelius；　with　the　keen　sight
  of　a　young　man　of　twenty…eight；　was　able　to　read　the
  following　lines；　daubed　by　the　coarse　brush　of　a
  sign…painter：
  〃Here　are　hanging　the　great　rogue　of　the　name　of　John　de
  Witt；　and　the　little　rogue　Cornelius　de　Witt；　his　brother；
  two　enemies　of　the　people；　but　great　friends　of　the　king　of
  France。〃
  Cornelius　uttered　a　cry　of　horror；　and　in　the　agony　of　his
  frantic　terror　knocked　with　his　hands　and　feet　at　the　door
  so　violently　and　continuously；　that　Gryphus；　with　his　huge
  bunch　of　keys　in　his　hand；　ran　furiously　up。
  The　jailer　opened　the　door；　with　terrible　imprecations
  against　the　prisoner　who　disturbed　him　at　an　hour　which
  Master　Gryphus　was　not　accustomed　to　be　aroused。
  〃Well；　now；　by　my　soul；　he　is　mad；　this　new　De　Witt；〃　he
  cried；　〃but　all　those　De　Witts　have　the　devil　in　them。〃
  〃Master；　master；〃　cried　Cornelius；　seizing　the　jailer　by　the
  arm　and　dragging　him　towards　the　window；　　〃master；　what
  have　I　read　down　there？〃
  〃Where　down　there？〃
  〃On　that　placard。〃
  And；　trembling；　pale；　and　gasping　for　breath；　he　pointed　to
  the　gibbet　at　the　other　side　of　the　yard；　with　the　cynical
  inscription　surmounting　it。
  Gryphus　broke　out　into　a　laugh。
  〃Eh！　eh！〃　he　answered；　〃so；　you　have　read　it。　Well；　my　good
  sir；　that's　what　people　will　get　for　corresponding　with　the
  enemies　of　his　Highness　the　Prince　of　Orange。〃
  〃The　brothers　De　Witt　are　murdered！〃　Cornelius　muttered；
  with　the　cold　sweat　on　his　brow；　and　sank　on　his　bed；　his
  arms　hanging　by　his　side；　and　his　eyes　closed。
  〃The　brothers　De　Witt　have　been　judged　by　the　people；〃　said
  Gryphus；　〃you　call　that　murdered；　do　you？　well；　I　call　it
  executed。〃
  And　seeing　that　the　prisoner　was　not　only　quiet；　but
  entirely　prostrate　and　senseless；　he　rushed　from　the　cell；
  violently　slamming　the　door；　and　noisily　drawing　the　bolts。
  Recovering　his　consciousness；　Cornelius　found　himself　alone；
  and　recognised　the　room　where　he　was；　　〃the　family　cell；〃
  as　Gryphus　had　called　it；　　as　the　fatal　passage　leading　to
  ignominious　death。
  And　as　he　was　a　philosopher；　and；　more　than　that；　as　he　was
  a　Christian；　he　began　to　pray　for　the　soul　of　his　godfather；
  then　for　that　of　the　Grand　Pensionary；　and　at　last　submitted
  with　resignation　to　all　the　sufferings　which　God　might
  ordain　for　him。
  Then　turning　again　to　the　concerns　of　earth；　and　having
  satisfied　himself　that　he　was　alone　in　his　dungeon；　he　drew
  from　his　breast　the　three　bulbs　of　the　black　tulip；　and
  concealed　them　behind　a　block　of　stone；　on　which　the
  traditional　water…jug　of　the　prison　was　standing；　in　the
  darkest　corner　of　his　cell。
  Useless　labour　of　so　ma