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That
evening
Cornelius
was
one
of
the
happiest
of
men
.
Rosa
allowed
him
to
press
her
hand
in
his
,
and
to
keep
it
as
long
as
he
would
,
besides
which
he
might
talk
of
his
tulip
as
much
as
he
liked
.
From
that
hour
every
day
marked
some
progress
in
the
growth
of
the
tulip
and
in
the
affection
of
the
two
young
people
.
At
one
time
it
was
that
the
leaves
had
expanded
,
and
at
another
that
the
flower
itself
had
formed
.
Great
was
the
joy
of
Cornelius
at
this
news
,
and
his
questions
succeeded
one
another
with
a
rapidity
which
gave
proof
of
their
importance
.
"
Formed
!
"
exclaimed
Cornelius
,
"
is
it
really
formed
?
"
"
It
is
,
"
repeated
Rosa
.
Cornelius
trembled
with
joy
,
so
much
so
that
he
was
obliged
to
hold
by
the
grating
.
"
Good
heavens
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
Then
,
turning
again
to
Rosa
,
he
continued
his
questions
.
"
Is
the
oval
regular
?
the
cylinder
full
?
and
are
the
points
very
green
?
"
