“My child, I am innocent, and I shall await my trial with tranquillity and an easy mind.” “Hush,” said Rosa. “Why hush?” “My father must not suppose that we have been talking to each other.” “What harm would that do?” “What harm? He would never allow me to come here any more,” said Rosa. Cornelius received this innocent confidence with a smile; he felt as if a ray of good fortune were shining on his path. “Now, then, what are you chattering there together about?” said Gryphus, rising and supporting his right arm with his left. “Nothing,” said Rosa; “the doctor is explaining to me what diet you are to keep.” “Diet, diet for me? Well, my fine girl, I shall put you on diet too.” “On what diet, my father?” “Never to go to the cells of the prisoners, and, if ever you should happen to go, to leave them as soon as possible. Come, off with me, lead the way, and be quick.” Rosa and Cornelius exchanged glances. That of Rosa tried to express,-- “There, you see?” That of Cornelius said,-- “Let it be as the Lord wills.” Chapter 11. Cornelius van Baerle’s Will Rosa had not been mistaken; the judges came on the following day to the Buytenhof, and proceeded with the trial of Cornelius van Baerle. The examination, however, did not last long, it having appeared on evidence that Cornelius had kept at his house that fatal correspondence of the brothers De Witt with France. He did not deny it. The only point about which there seemed any difficulty was whether this correspondence had been intrusted to him by his godfather, Cornelius de Witt. But as, since the death of those two martyrs, Van Baerle had no longer any reason for withholding the truth, he not only did not deny that the parcel had been delivered to him by Cornelius de Witt himself, but he also stated all the circumstances under which it was done. This confession involved the godson in the crime of the godfather; manifest complicity being considered to exist between Cornelius de Witt and Cornelius van Baerle. The honest doctor did not confine himself to this avowal, but told the whole truth with regard to his own tastes, habits, and daily life. He described his indifference to politics, his love of study, of the fine arts, of science, and of flowers. He explained that, since the day when Cornelius de Witt handed to him the parcel at Dort, he himself had never touched, nor even noticed it. To this it was objected, that in this respect he could not possibly be speaking the truth, since the papers had been deposited in a press in which both his hands and his eyes must have been engaged every day. Cornelius answered that it was indeed so; that, however, he never put his hand into the press but to ascertain whether his bulbs were dry, and that he never looked into it but to see if they were beginning to sprout.