“Black as jet.”
“Without a speck of any other colour.”
“Without one speck.”
“Good Heavens! my dear Rosa, I have been dreaming all night, in the first place of you,” (Rosa made a sign of incredulity,) “and then of what we must do.”
“Well?”
“Well, and I will tell you now what I have decided on. The tulip once being in flower, and it being quite certain that it is perfectly black, you must find a messenger.”
“If it is no more than that, I have a messenger quite ready.”
“Is he safe?”
“One for whom I will answer,—he is one of my lovers.”
“I hope not Jacob.”