The Junker was not only ready to fulfil her request, but promised that, if the old man wanted to return, he would apprize her of it in some way.
At the end of an hour she bade the boy farewell, and when again walking towards the Achtergracht with Herr von Warmond, he asked joyously: "How shall I get to the Beggars ?" "You ?" asked the captain in astonishment.
"Yes, I!" replied the Junker eagerly.

"I shall soon be seventeen, and when I am--Wait, just wait--you'll hear of me yet." "Right, Nicolas, right," replied the other.

"Let us be Holland nobles and noble Hollanders." Three hours later, Junker Matanesse Van Wibisma rode into the Hague with Belotti, whom he had loved from childhood.

He brought his father nothing but a carefully-folded and sealed letter, which Janus Dousa, with a mischievous smile, had given him on behalf of the citizens of Leyden for General Valdez, and which contained, daintily inscribed on a large sheet, the following lines from Dionysius Cato: "Fistula dulce canit volucrem dum decipit auceps." ["Sweet are the notes of the flute, when the fowler lures the bird to his nest."].