“Alas!” she answered, “I have already told you I cannot read.”
Cornelius then read to Rosa the testament that he had just made.
The agony of the poor girl almost overpowered her.
“Do you accept my conditions?” asked the prisoner, with a melancholy smile, kissing the trembling hands of the afflicted girl.
“Oh, I don’t know, sir,” she stammered.
“You don’t know, child, and why not?”
“Because there is one condition which I am afraid I cannot keep.”
“Which? I should have thought that all was settled between us.”
“You give me the hundred thousand guilders as a marriage portion, don’t you?”
“Yes.”