efore perhaps better have said, My sister.

"My child," he said, with that strangely commanding accent which chilled
all those who approached him, "we are alone; let us speak together."

Rosa began to tremble, and yet there was nothing but kindness in the
expression of the Prince's face.

"Monseigneur," she stammered.

"You have a father at Loewestein?"

"Yes, your Highness."

"You do not love him?"

"I do not; at least, not as a daughter ought to do, Monseigneur."

"It is not right not to love one's father, but it is right not to tell a
falsehood."

Rosa cast her eyes to the ground.

"What is the reason of your not loving your father?"

"He is wicked."

"In what way does he show his wickedness?"

"He ill-treats the prisoners."

"All of them?"

"All."

"But don't you bear him a grudge for ill-treating some one in
particular?"

"My father ill-treats in particular Mynheer van Baerle, who----"

"Who is your lover?"

Rosa started back a step.

"Whom I love, Monseigneur," she answered proudly.

"Since when?" asked the Prince.

"Since the day when I first saw him."

"And when was that?"

"The day after that on which the Grand Pensionary John and his brother
Cornelius met with such an awful death."

The Prince compressed his lips, and knit his brow and his eyelids
dropped so as to hide his eyes for an instant. After a momentary
silence, he resumed the conversation.

"But to what can it lead to love a man who is doomed to live and die in
prison?"

"It will lead, if he lives and dies in prison, to my aiding him in life
and in death."

"And would you accept the lot of being the wife of a prisoner?"

"As the wife of Mynheer van Baerle, I should, under any circumstances,
be the proudest and happiest woman in the world; but----"

"But what?"

"I dare not say, Monseigneur."

"There is something like hope in your tone; what do you hope?"

She raised her moist and beautiful eyes, and looked at William with a
glance full of meaning, which was calculated to stir up in the recesses
of his heart the clemency which was slumbering there.

"Ah, I understand you," he said.

Rosa, with a smile, clasped her hands.

"You hope in me?" said the Prince.

"Yes, Monseigneur."

"Umph!"

The Prince sealed the letter which he had just written, and summoned one
of his officers, to whom he said,--

"Captain van Deken, carry this despatch to Loewestein; you will read
the orders which I give to the Gov