And, moreover, I am speaking from Christian charity." "Oh, indeed! explain that a little to me, my good Master Gryphus.

I do not quite understand it." "Well, then, if you had remained on the block of Master Harbruck----" "What ?" "You would not suffer any longer; whereas, I will not disguise it from you, I shall lead you a sad life of it." "Thank you for the promise, Master Gryphus." And whilst the prisoner smiled ironically at the old jailer, Rosa, from the outside, answered by a bright smile, which carried sweet consolation to the heart of Van Baerle.
Gryphus stepped towards the window.
It was still light enough to see, although indistinctly, through the gray haze of the evening, the vast expanse of the horizon.
"What view has one from here ?" asked Gryphus.
"Why, a very fine and pleasant one," said Cornelius, looking at Rosa.
"Yes, yes, too much of a view, too much." And at this moment the two pigeons, scared by the sight and especially by the voice of the stranger, left their nest, and disappeared, quite frightened in the evening mist.
"Halloa! what's this ?" cried Gryphus.
"My pigeons," answered Cornelius.
"Your pigeons," cried the jailer, "your pigeons! has a prisoner anything of his own ?" "Why, then," said Cornelius, "the pigeons which a merciful Father in Heaven has lent to me." "So, here we have a breach of the rules already," replied Gryphus.
"Pigeons! ah, young man, young man! I'll tell you one thing, that before to-morrow is over, your pigeons will boil in my pot." "First of all you should catch them, Master Gryphus.

You won't allow these pigeons to be mine! Well, I vow they are even less yours than mine." "Omittance is no acquittance," growled the jailer, "and I shall certainly wring their necks before twenty-four hours are over: you may be sure of that." Whilst giving utterance to this ill-natured promise, Gryphus put his head out of the window to examine the nest.

This gave Van Baerle time to run to the door, and squeeze the hand of Rosa, who whispered to him,-- "At nine o'clock this evening." Gryphus, quite taken up with the desire of catching the pigeons next day, as he had promised he would do, saw and heard nothing of this short interlude; and, after having closed the window, he took the arm of his daughter, left the cell, turned the key twice, drew the bolts, and went off to make the same kind promise to the other prisoners.
He had scarcely withdrawn, when Cornelius went to the door to listen to the sound of his footsteps, and, as soon as they had died away, he ran to the window, and completely demolished the nest of the pigeons.
Rather than expose them to the tender mercies of his bullying jailer, he drove away for ever those gentle messengers to whom he owed the happiness of having seen Rosa again.
This visit of the jailer, his brutal threats, and the gloomy prospect of the harshness with which, as he had before experienced, Gryphus watched his prisoners,--all this was unable to extinguish in Cornelius the sweet thoughts, and especially the sweet hope, which the presence of Rosa had reawakened in his heart.
He waited eagerly to hear the clock of the tower of Loewestein strike nine.
The last chime was still vibrating through the air, when Cornelius heard on the staircase the light step and the rustle of the flowing dress of the fair Frisian maid, and soon after a light appeared at the little grated window in the door, on which the prisoner fixed his earnest gaze.
The shutter opened on the outside.
"Here I am," said Rosa, out of breath from running up the stairs, "here I am." "Oh, my good Rosa." "You are then glad to see me ?" "Can you ask?
But how did you contrive to get here?
tell me." "Now listen to me.

My father falls asleep every evening almost immediately after his supper; I then make him lie down, a little stupefied with his gin.