Chapter 23. The Rival
And in fact the poor young people were in great need of protection.
They had never been so near the destruction of their hopes as at thismoment, when they thought themselves certain of their fulfilment.
The reader cannot but have recognized in Jacob our old friend, or ratherenemy, Isaac Boxtel, and has guessed, no doubt, that this worthy hadfollowed from the Buytenhof to Loewestein the object of his love and theobject of his hatred,--the black tulip and Cornelius van Baerle.
What no one but a tulip-fancier, and an envious tulip-fancier, couldhave discovered,--the existence of the bulbs and the endeavours of theprisoner,--jealousy had enabled Boxtel, if not to discover, at least toguess.
We have seen him, more successful under the name of Jacob than underthat of Isaac, gain the friendship of Gryphus, which for several monthshe cultivated by means of the best Genievre ever distilled from theTexel to Antwerp, and he lulled the suspicion of the jealous turnkeyby holding out to him the flattering prospect of his designing to marryRosa.
Besides thus offering a bait to the ambition of the father, he managed,at the same time, to interest his zeal as a jailer, picturing to himin the blackest colours the learned prisoner whom Gryphus had in hiskeeping, and who, as the sham Jacob had it, was in league with Satan, tothe detriment of his Highness the Prince of Orange.
At first he had also made some way with Rosa; not, indeed, in heraffections, but inasmuch as, by talking to her of marriage and of love,he had evaded all the suspicions which he might otherwise have excited.
We have seen how his imprudence in following Rosa into the garden hadunmasked him in the eyes of the young damsel, and how the instinctivefears of Cornelius had put the two lovers on their guard against him.
The reader will remember that the first cause of uneasiness was given tothe prisoner by the rage of Jacob when Gryphus crushed the first bulb.In that moment Boxtel's exasperation was the more fierce, as, thoughsuspecting that Cornelius possessed a second bulb, he by no means feltsure of it.
From that moment he began to dodge the steps of Rosa, not only followingher to the garden, but also to the lobbies.
Only as this time he followed her in the night, and bare-footed, he wasneither seen nor heard except once, when Rosa thought she saw somethinglike a shadow on the staircase.
Her discovery, however, was made too late, as Boxtel had heard from themouth of the prisoner himself that a second bulb existed.
Taken in by the stratagem of Rosa, who had feigned to put it in theground, and entertaining no doubt that this little farce had been playedin order to force him to betray himself, he redoubled his precaution,and employed every means suggested by his crafty nature to watch theothers without being watched himself.
He saw Rosa conveying a large flower-pot of white earthenware from herfather's kitchen to her bedroom. He saw Rosa washing in pails of waterher pretty little hands, begrimed as they were with the mould which shehad handled, to give her tulip the best soil possible.
And at last he hired, just opposite Rosa's window, a little attic,distant enough not to allow him to be recognized with the naked eye,but sufficiently near to enable him, with the help of his telescope,to watch everything that was going on at the Loewestein in Rosa's room,just as at Dort he had watched the dry-room of Cornelius.
He had not been installed more than three days in his attic before allhis doubts were removed.
From morning to sunset the flower-pot was in the window, and, like thosecharming female figures of Mieris and Metzys, Rosa appeared at thatwindow as in a frame, formed by the first budding sprays of the wildvine and the honeysuckle encircling her window.
Rosa watched the flower-pot with an interest which betrayed to Boxtelthe real value of the object enclosed in it.
This object could not be anything else but the second bulb, that is tosay, the quintessence of all the hopes of the prisoner.
When the nights threatened to be too cold, Rosa took in the flower-pot.
Well, it was then quite evident she was following the instructions ofCornelius, who was afraid of the bulb being killed by frost.
When the sun became too hot, Rosa likewise took in the pot from elevenin the morning until two in the afternoon.
Another proof: Cornelius was afraid lest the soil should become too dry.
But when the first leaves peeped out of the earth Boxtel was fullyconvinced; and his telescope left him no longer in any uncertaintybefore they had grown one inch in height.
Cornelius possessed two bulbs, and the second was intrusted to the loveand care of Rosa.
For it may well be imagined that the tender secret of the two lovers hadnot escaped the prying curiosity of Boxtel.
The question, therefore, was how to wrest the second bulb from the careof Rosa.
Certainly this was no easy task.
Rosa watched over her tulip as a mother over her child, or a dove overher eggs.
Rosa never left her room during the day, and, more than that, strange tosay, she never left it in the evening.
For seven days Boxtel in vain watched Rosa; she was always at her post.
This happened during those seven days which made Cornelius so unhappy,depriving him at the same time of all news of Rosa and of his tulip.
Would the coolness between Rosa and Cornelius last for ever?
This would have made the theft much more difficult than Mynheer Isaachad at first expected.
We say the theft, for Isaac had simply made up his mind to steal thetulip; and as it grew in the most profound secrecy, and as, moreover,his word, being that of a renowned tulip-grower, would any day be takenagainst that of an unknown girl without any knowledge of horticulture,or against that of a prisoner convicted of high treason, he confidentlyhoped that, having once got possession of the bulb, he would be certainto obtain the prize; and then the tulip, instead of being called Tulipanigra Barlaensis, would go down to posterity under the name of Tulipanigra Boxtellensis or Boxtellea.
Mynheer Isaac had not yet quite decided which of these two names hewould give to the tulip, but, as both meant the same thing, this was,after all, not the important point.
The point was to steal the tulip. But in order that Boxtel might stealthe tulip, it was necessary that Rosa should leave her room.
Great therefore was his joy when he saw the usual evening meetings ofthe lovers resumed.
He first of all took advantage of Rosa's absence to make himself fullyacquainted with all the peculiarities of the door of her chamber. Thelock was a double one and in good order, but Rosa always took the keywith her.
Boxtel at first entertained an idea of stealing the key, but it soonoccurred to him, not only that it would be exceedingly difficult toabstract it from her pocket, but also that, when she perceived herloss, she would not leave her room until the lock was changed, and thenBoxtel's first theft would be useless.
He thought it, therefore, better to employ a different expedient. Hecollected as many keys as he could, and tried all of them during one ofthose delightful hours which Rosa and Cornelius passed together at thegrating of the cell.
Two of the keys entered the lock, and one of them turned round once, butnot the second time.
There was, therefore, only a little to be done to this key.
Boxtel covered it with a slight coat of wax, and when he thus renewedthe experiment, the obstacle which prevented the key from being turned asecond time left its impression on the wax.
It cost Boxtel two days more to bring his key to perfection, with theaid of a small file.
Rosa's door thus opened without noise and without difficulty, and Boxtelfound himself in her room alone with the tulip.
The first guilty act of Boxtel had been to climb over a wall in order todig up the tulip; the second, to introduce himself into the dry-room ofCornelius, through an open window; and the third, to enter Rosa's roomby means of a false key.
Thus envy urged Boxtel on with rapid steps in the career of crime.
/> Boxtel, as we have said, was alone with the tulip.
A common thief would have taken the pot under his arm, and carried itoff.
But Boxtel was not a common thief, and he reflected.
It was not yet certain, although very probable, that the tulip wouldflower black; if, therefore, he stole it now, he not only might becommitting a useless crime, but also the theft might be discovered inthe time which must elapse until the flower should open.
He therefore--as being in possession of the key, he might enter Rosa'schamber whenever he liked--thought it better to wait and to take iteither an hour before or after opening, and to start on the instant toHaarlem, where the tulip would be before the judges of the committeebefore any one else could put in a reclamation.
Should any one then reclaim it, Boxtel would in his turn charge him orher with theft.
This was a deep-laid scheme, and quite worthy of its author.
Thus, every evening during that delightful hour which the two loverspassed together at the grated window, Boxtel entered Rosa's chamber towatch the progress which the black tulip had made towards flowering.
On the evening at which we have arrived he was going to enter accordingto custom; but the two lovers, as we have seen, only exchanged a fewwords before Cornelius sent Rosa back to watch over the tulip.
Seeing Rosa enter her room ten minutes after she had left it, Boxtelguessed that the tulip had opened, or was about to open.
During that night, therefore, the great blow was to be struck. Boxtelpresented himself before Gryphus with a double supply of Genievre, thatis to say, with a bottle in each pocket.
Gryphus being once fuddled, Boxtel was very nearly master of the house.
At eleven o'clock Gryphus was dead drunk. At two in the morning Boxtelsaw Rosa leaving the chamber; but evidently she held in her armssomething which she carried with great care.
He did not doubt that this was the black tulip which was in flower.
But what was she going to do with it? Would she set out that instant toHaarlem with it?
It was not possible that a young girl should undertake such a journeyalone during the night.
Was she only going to show the tulip to Cornelius? This was more likely.
He followed Rosa in his stocking feet, walking on tiptoe.
He saw her approach the grated window. He heard her calling Cornelius.By the light of the dark lantern he saw the tulip open, and black as thenight in which he was hidden.
He heard the plan concerted between Cornelius and Rosa to send amessenger to Haarlem. He saw the lips of the lovers meet, and then heardCornelius send Rosa away.
He saw Rosa extinguish the light and return to her chamber. Ten minutesafter, he saw her leave the room again, and lock it twice.
Boxtel, who saw all this whilst hiding himself on the landing-placeof the staircase above, descended step by step from his story as Rosadescended from hers; so that, when she touched with her light foot thelowest step of the staircase, Boxtel touched with a still lighter handthe lock of Rosa's chamber.
And in that hand, it must be understood, he held the false key whichopened Rosa's door as easily as did the real one.
And this is why, in the beginning of the chapter, we said that the pooryoung people were in great need of the protection of God.