"Yes, yes, only be quiet.

Yes, yes, I will take his keys, I will open the door for you! Yes, only be quiet, my own dear Cornelius." She did not finish her speech, as a growl by her side interrupted her.
"My father!" cried Rosa.
"Gryphus!" roared Van Baerle.

"Oh, you villain!" Old Gryphus, in the midst of all the noise, had ascended the staircase without being heard.
He rudely seized his daughter by the wrist.
"So you will take my keys ?" he said, in a voice choked with rage.

"Ah! this dastardly fellow, this monster, this gallows-bird of a conspirator, is your own dear Cornelius, is he?
Ah! Missy has communications with prisoners of state.

Ah! won't I teach you--won't I ?" Rosa clasped her hands in despair.
"Ah!" Gryphus continued, passing from the madness of anger to the cool irony of a man who has got the better of his enemy,--"Ah, you innocent tulip-fancier, you gentle scholar; you will kill me, and drink my blood! Very well! very well! And you have my daughter for an accomplice.