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These
words
seemed
to
be
an
"
Open
Sesame
,
"
for
she
soon
found
herself
in
the
office
of
the
President
,
Van
Systens
,
who
gallantly
rose
from
his
chair
to
meet
her
.
He
was
a
spare
little
man
,
resembling
the
stem
of
a
flower
,
his
head
forming
its
chalice
,
and
his
two
limp
arms
representing
the
double
leaf
of
the
tulip
;
the
resemblance
was
rendered
complete
by
his
waddling
gait
which
made
him
even
more
like
that
flower
when
it
bends
under
a
breeze
.
"
Well
,
miss
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
are
coming
,
I
am
told
,
about
the
affair
of
the
black
tulip
.
"
To
the
President
of
the
Horticultural
Society
the
Tulipa
nigra
was
a
first-rate
power
,
which
,
in
its
character
as
queen
of
the
tulips
,
might
send
ambassadors
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
answered
Rosa
;
"
I
come
at
least
to
speak
of
it
.
"
"
Is
it
doing
well
,
then
?
"
asked
Van
Systens
,
with
a
smile
of
tender
veneration
.
"
Alas
!
sir
,
I
do
n't
know
,
"
said
Rosa
.
"
How
is
that
?
could
any
misfortune
have
happened
to
it
?
"
"
A
very
great
one
,
sir
;
yet
not
to
it
,
but
to
me
.
"
"
What
?
"
