thing
over again. It is very tiresome."

With this, he took his post at the head of his troops, whilst the tumult
grew fiercer and fiercer about the Buytenhof.

And yet the fuming crowd did not know that, at that very moment when
they were tracking the scent of one of their victims, the other, as
if hurrying to meet his fate, passed, at a distance of not more than a
hundred yards, behind the groups of people and the dragoons, to betake
himself to the Buytenhof.

John de Witt, indeed, had alighted from his coach with his servant, and
quietly walked across the courtyard of the prison.

Mentioning his name to the turnkey, who however knew him, he said,--

"Good morning, Gryphus; I am coming to take away my brother, who, as you
know, is condemned to exile, and to carry him out of the town."

Whereupon the jailer, a sort of bear, trained to lock and unlock the
gates of the prison, had greeted him and admitted him into the building,
the doors of which were immediately closed again.

Ten yards farther on, John de Witt met a lovely young girl, of about
seventeen or eighteen, dressed in the national costume of the Frisian
women, who, with pretty demureness, dropped a curtesy to him. Chucking
her under the chin, he said to her,--

"Good morning, my good and fair Rosa; how is my brother?"

"Oh, Mynheer John!" the young girl replied, "I am not afraid of the harm
which has been done to him. That's all over now."

"But what is it you are afraid of?"

"I am afraid of the harm which they are going to do to him."

"Oh, yes," said De Witt, "you mean to speak of the people down below,
don't you?"

"Do you hear them?"

"They are indeed in a state of great excitement; but when they see us
perhaps they will grow calmer, as we have never done them anything but
good."

"That's unfortunately no reason, except for the contrary," muttered the
girl, as, on an imperative sign from her father, she withdrew.

"Indeed, child, what you say is only too true."

Then, in pursuing his way, he said to himself,--

"Here is a damsel who very likely does not know how to read, who
consequently has never read anything, and yet with one word she has just
told the whole history of the world."

And with the same calm mien, but more melancholy than he had been on
entering the prison, the Grand Pensionary proceeded towards the cell of
his brother.

Chapter 2. The Two Brothers

As the fair Rosa, with foreboding doubt, had foretold,