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On
the
evening
of
which
we
are
speaking
,
after
the
two
Corneliuses
had
visited
together
all
the
apartments
of
the
house
,
whilst
a
train
of
domestics
followed
their
steps
,
De
Witt
said
in
a
low
voice
to
Van
Baerle
,
--
"
My
dear
son
,
send
these
people
away
,
and
let
us
be
alone
for
some
minutes
.
"
The
younger
Cornelius
,
bowing
assent
,
said
aloud
,
--
"
Would
you
now
,
sir
,
please
to
see
my
dry-room
?
"
The
dry-room
,
this
pantheon
,
this
sanctum
sanctorum
of
the
tulip-fancier
,
was
,
as
Delphi
of
old
,
interdicted
to
the
profane
uninitiated
.
Never
had
any
of
his
servants
been
bold
enough
to
set
his
foot
there
.
Cornelius
admitted
only
the
inoffensive
broom
of
an
old
Frisian
housekeeper
,
who
had
been
his
nurse
,
and
who
from
the
time
when
he
had
devoted
himself
to
the
culture
of
tulips
ventured
no
longer
to
put
onions
in
his
stews
,
for
fear
of
pulling
to
pieces
and
mincing
the
idol
of
her
foster
child
.
At
the
mere
mention
of
the
dry-room
,
therefore
,
the
servants
who
were
carrying
the
lights
respectfully
fell
back
.
Cornelius
,
taking
the
candlestick
from
the
hands
of
the
foremost
,
conducted
his
godfather
into
that
room
,
which
was
no
other
than
that
very
cabinet
with
a
glass
front
into
which
Boxtel
was
continually
prying
with
his
telescope
.
The
envious
spy
was
watching
more
intently
than
ever
.
First
of
all
he
saw
the
walls
and
windows
lit
up
.
Then
two
dark
figures
appeared
.
