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The Opening of the Flower.
The night passed away very sweetly for Cornelius, although in great agitation.

Every instant he fancied he heard the gentle voice of Rosa calling him.

He then started up, went to the door, and looked through the grating, but no one was behind it, and the lobby was empty.
Rosa, no doubt, would be watching too, but, happier than he, she watched over the tulip; she had before her eyes that noble flower, that wonder of wonders, which not only was unknown, but was not even thought possible until then.
What would the world say when it heard that the black tulip was found, that it existed and that it was the prisoner Van Baerle who had found it?
How Cornelius would have spurned the offer of his liberty in exchange for his tulip! Day came, without any news; the tulip was not yet in flower.
The day passed as the night.

Night came, and with it Rosa, joyous and cheerful as a bird.
"Well ?" asked Cornelius.
"Well, all is going on prosperously.