“But for whom do you take me, sir?”
“And for whom do you take me?”
“I hope, sir, I take you for what you are,—that is to say, for the honorable Mynheer van Systens, Burgomaster of Haarlem, and President of the Horticultural Society.”
“And what is it you told me just now?”
“I told you, sir, that my tulip has been stolen.”
“Then your tulip is that of Mynheer Boxtel. Well, my child, you express yourself very badly. The tulip has been stolen, not from you, but from Mynheer Boxtel.”
“I repeat to you, sir, that I do not know who this Mynheer Boxtel is, and that I have now heard his name pronounced for the first time.”
“You do not know who Mynheer Boxtel is, and you also had a black tulip?”
“But is there any other besides mine?” asked Rosa, trembling.
“Yes,—that of Mynheer Boxtel.”