On the same evening Gryphus, as he brought the prisoner his mess, slipped o_he damp flags whilst opening the door of the cell, and fell, in the attemp_o steady himself, on his hand; but as it was turned the wrong way, he brok_is arm just above the wrist.
Cornelius rushed forward towards the jailer, but Gryphus, who was not ye_ware of the serious nature of his injury, called out to him, —
"It is nothing: don't you stir."
He then tried to support himself on his arm, but the bone gave way; then onl_e felt the pain, and uttered a cry.
When he became aware that his arm was broken, this man, so harsh to others, fell swooning on the threshold, where he remained motionless and cold, as i_ead.
During all this time the door of the cell stood open and Cornelius foun_imself almost free. But the thought never entered his mind of profiting b_his accident; he had seen from the manner in which the arm was bent, and fro_he noise it made in bending, that the bone was fractured, and that th_atient must be in great pain; and now he thought of nothing else but o_dministering relief to the sufferer, however little benevolent the man ha_hown himself during their short interview.
At the noise of Gryphus's fall, and at the cry which escaped him, a hasty ste_as heard on the staircase, and immediately after a lovely apparitio_resented itself to the eyes of Cornelius.
It was the beautiful young Frisian, who, seeing her father stretched on th_round, and the prisoner bending over him, uttered a faint cry, as in th_irst fright she thought Gryphus, whose brutality she well knew, had fallen i_onsequence of a struggle between him and the prisoner.
Cornelius understood what was passing in the mind of the girl, at the ver_oment when the suspicion arose in her heart.
But one moment told her the true state of the case and, ashamed of her firs_houghts, she cast her beautiful eyes, wet with tears, on the young man, an_aid to him, —
"I beg your pardon, and thank you, sir; the first for what I have thought, an_he second for what you are doing."
Cornelius blushed, and said, "I am but doing my duty as a Christian in helpin_y neighbour."
"Yes, and affording him your help this evening, you have forgotten the abus_hich he heaped on you this morning. Oh, sir! this is more than humanity, — this is indeed Christian charity."
Cornelius cast his eyes on the beautiful girl, quite astonished to hear fro_he mouth of one so humble such a noble and feeling speech.
But he had no time to express his surprise. Gryphus recovered from his swoon, opened his eyes, and as his brutality was returning with his senses, h_rowled "That's it, a fellow is in a hurry to bring to a prisoner his supper, and falls and breaks his arm, and is left lying on the ground."
"Hush, my father," said Rosa, "you are unjust to this gentleman, whom I foun_ndeavouring to give you his aid."
"His aid?" Gryphus replied, with a doubtful air.
"It is quite true, master! I am quite ready to help you still more."
"You!" said Gryphus, "are you a medical man?"
"It was formerly my profession."
"And so you would be able to set my arm?"
"And what would you need to do it? let us hear."
"Two splinters of wood, and some linen for a bandage."
"Do you hear, Rosa?" said Gryphus, "the prisoner is going to set my arm, that's a saving; come, assist me to get up, I feel as heavy as lead."
Rosa lent the sufferer her shoulder; he put his unhurt arm around her neck, and making an effort, got on his legs, whilst Cornelius, to save him a walk, pushed a chair towards him.
Gryphus sat down; then, turning towards his daughter, he said, —
"Well, didn't you hear? go and fetch what is wanted."
Rosa went down, and immediately after returned with two staves of a smal_arrel and a large roll of linen bandage.
Cornelius had made use of the intervening moments to take off the man's coat, and to tuck up his shirt sleeve.
"Is this what you require, sir?" asked Rosa.
"Yes, mademoiselle," answered Cornelius, looking at the things she ha_rought, — "yes, that's right. Now push this table, whilst I support the ar_f your father."
Rosa pushed the table, Cornelius placed the broken arm on it so as to make i_lat, and with perfect skill set the bone, adjusted the splinters, an_astened the bandages.
At the last touch, the jailer fainted a second time.
"Go and fetch vinegar, mademoiselle," said Cornelius; "we will bathe hi_emples, and he will recover."
But, instead of acting up to the doctor's prescription, Rosa, after havin_atisfied herself that her father was still unconscious, approached Corneliu_nd said, —
"Service for service, sir."
"What do you mean, my pretty child?" said Cornelius.
"I mean to say, sir, that the judge who is to examine you to-morrow ha_nquired to-day for the room in which you are confined, and, on being tol_hat you are occupying the cell of Mynheer Cornelius de Witt, laughed in _ery strange and very disagreeable manner, which makes me fear that no goo_waits you."
"But," asked Cornelius, "what harm can they do to me?"
"Look at that gibbet."
"But I am not guilty," said Cornelius.
"Were they guilty whom you see down there gibbeted, mangled, and torn t_ieces?"
"That's true," said Cornelius, gravely.
"And besides," continued Rosa, "the people want to find you guilty. Bu_hether innocent or guilty, your trial begins to-morrow, and the day after yo_ill be condemned. Matters are settled very quickly in these times."
"Well, and what do you conclude from all this?"
"I conclude that I am alone, that I am weak, that my father is lying in _woon, that the dog is muzzled, and that consequently there is nothing t_revent your making your escape. Fly, then; that's what I mean."
"What do you say?"
"I say that I was not able to save Mynheer Cornelius or Mynheer John de Witt, and that I should like to save you. Only be quick; there, my father i_egaining his breath, one minute more, and he will open his eyes, and it wil_e too late. Do you hesitate?"
In fact, Cornelius stood immovable, looking at Rosa, yet looking at her as i_e did not hear her.
"Don't you understand me?" said the young girl, with some impatience.
"Yes, I do," said Cornelius, "but —— "
"I will not, they would accuse you."
"Never mind," said Rosa, blushing, "never mind that."
"You are very good, my dear child," replied Cornelius, "but I stay."
"You stay, oh, sir! oh, sir! don't you understand that you will be condemne_o death, executed on the scaffold, perhaps assassinated and torn to pieces, just like Mynheer John and Mynheer Cornelius. For heaven's sake, don't thin_f me, but fly from this place, Take care, it bears ill luck to the De Witts!"
"Halloa!" cried the jailer, recovering his senses, "who is talking of thos_ogues, those wretches, those villains, the De Witts?"
"Don't be angry, my good man," said Cornelius, with his good-tempered smile,
"the worst thing for a fracture is excitement, by which the blood is heated."
Thereupon, he said in an undertone to Rosa —
"My child, I am innocent, and I shall await my trial with tranquillity and a_asy mind."
"Hush," said Rosa.
"My father must not suppose that we have been talking to each other."
"What harm would that do?"
"What harm? He would never allow me to come here any more," said Rosa.
Cornelius received this innocent confidence with a smile; he felt as if a ra_f good fortune were shining on his path.
"Now, then, what are you chattering there together about?" said Gryphus, rising and supporting his right arm with his left.
"Nothing," said Rosa; "the doctor is explaining to me what diet you are t_eep."
"Diet, diet for me? Well, my fine girl, I shall put you on diet too."
"On what diet, my father?"
"Never to go to the cells of the prisoners, and, if ever you should happen t_o, to leave them as soon as possible. Come, off with me, lead the way, and b_uick."