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"
It
is
,
indeed
,
a
feast
in
which
flowers
play
a
principal
part
.
"
"
Oh
,
the
sweet
scents
!
oh
,
the
beautiful
colours
!
"
cried
Cornelius
.
"
Stop
,
that
the
gentleman
may
see
,
"
said
the
officer
,
with
that
frank
kindliness
which
is
peculiar
to
military
men
,
to
the
soldier
who
was
acting
as
postilion
.
"
Oh
,
thank
you
,
Sir
,
for
your
kindness
,
"
replied
Van
Baerle
,
in
a
melancholy
tone
;
"
the
joy
of
others
pains
me
;
please
spare
me
this
pang
.
"
"
Just
as
you
wish
.
Drive
on
!
I
ordered
the
driver
to
stop
because
I
thought
it
would
please
you
,
as
you
are
said
to
love
flowers
,
and
especially
that
the
feast
of
which
is
celebrated
to-day
.
"
"
And
what
flower
is
that
?
"
"
The
tulip
.
"
"
The
tulip
!
"
cried
Van
Baerle
,
"
is
to-day
the
feast
of
tulips
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
;
but
as
this
spectacle
displeases
you
,
let
us
drive
on
.
"
The
officer
was
about
to
give
the
order
to
proceed
,
but
Cornelius
stopped
him
,
a
painful
thought
having
struck
him
.
He
asked
,
with
faltering
voice
,
--
