“How many bulbs were there of it?”
Boxtel hesitated for a moment, but after a short consideration he came to the conclusion that she would not ask this question if there were none besides the two bulbs of which he had known already. He therefore answered,—
“Three.”
“What has become of these bulbs?”
“Oh! what has become of them? Well, one has failed; the second has produced the black tulip.”
“And the third?”
“The third!”
“The third,—where is it?”
“I have it at home,” said Boxtel, quite confused.
“At home? Where? At Loewestein, or at Dort?”