"But only behind the garden door, I dare say, so that you might see through the keyhole what he was going to do when you had left?""He waited for a moment, very likely to make sure of my not coming back, after which he sneaked forth from his hiding-place, and approached the border by a long round-about; at last, having reached his goal, that is to say, the spot where the ground was newly turned, he stopped with a careless air, looking about in all directions, and scanning every corner of the garden, every window of the neighbouring houses, and even the sky; after which, thinking himself quite alone, quite isolated, and out of everybody's sight, he pounced upon the border, plunged both his hands into the soft soil, took a handful of the mould, which he gently frittered between his fingers to see whether the bulb was in it, and repeated the same thing twice or three times, until at last he perceived that he was outwitted.Then, keeping down the agitation which was raging in his breast, he took up the rake, smoothed the ground, so as to leave it on his retiring in the same state as he had found it, and, quite abashed and rueful, walked back to the door, affecting the unconcerned air of an ordinary visitor of the garden.""Oh, the wretch!" muttered Cornelius, wiping the cold sweat from his brow."Oh, the wretch! I guessed his intentions.
But the bulb, Rosa; what have you done with it? It is already rather late to plant it.""The bulb? It has been in the ground for these six days.""Where? and how?" cried Cornelius."Good Heaven, what imprudence! What is it? In what sort of soil is it? It what aspect? Good or bad? Is there no risk of having it filched by that detestable Jacob?""There is no danger of its being stolen," said Rosa, "unless Jacob will force the door of my chamber.""Oh! then it is with you in your bedroom?" said Cornelius, somewhat relieved."But in what soil? in what vessel? You don't let it grow, I hope, in water like those good ladies of Haarlem and Dort, who imagine that water could replace the earth?""You may make yourself comfortable on that score," said Rosa, smiling; "your bulb is not growing in water.""I breathe again."
"It is in a good, sound stone pot, just about the size of the jug in which you had planted yours.The soil is composed of three parts of common mould, taken from the best spot of the garden, and one of the sweepings of the road.I have heard you and that detestable Jacob, as you call him, so often talk about what is the soil best fitted for growing tulips, that I know it as well as the first gardener of Haarlem.""And now what is the aspect, Rosa?"
"At present it has the sun all day long, -- that is to say when the sun shines.But when it once peeps out of the ground, I shall do as you have done here, dear Mynheer Cornelius: I shall put it out of my window on the eastern side from eight in the morning until eleven and in my window towards the west from three to five in the afternoon.""That's it! that's it!" cried Cornelius; "and you are a perfect gardener, my pretty Rosa.But I am afraid the nursing of my tulip will take up all your time.""Yes, it will," said Rosa; "but never mind.Your tulip is my daughter.I shall devote to it the same time as I should to a child of mine, if I were a mother.Only by becoming its mother," Rosa added, smilingly, "can I cease to be its rival.""My kind and pretty Rosa!" muttered Cornelius casting on her a glance in which there was much more of the lover than of the gardener, and which afforded Rosa some consolation.
Then, after a silence of some moments, during which Cornelius had grasped through the openings of the grating for the receding hand of Rosa, he said, --"Do you mean to say that the bulb has now been in the ground for six days?""Yes, six days, Mynheer Cornelius," she answered.
"And it does not yet show leaf"
"No, but I think it will to-morrow."
"Well, then, to-morrow you will bring me news about it, and about yourself, won't you, Rosa? I care very much for the daughter, as you called it just now, but I care even much more for the mother.""To-morrow?" said Rosa, looking at Cornelius askance."Idon't know whether I shall be able to come to-morrow.""Good heavens!" said Cornelius, "why can't you come to-morrow?""Mynheer Cornelius, I have lots of things to do.""And I have only one," muttered Cornelius.
"Yes," said Rosa, "to love your tulip."
"To love you, Rosa."
Rosa shook her head, after which followed a pause.