"Nothing," said Rosa; "the doctor is explaining to me what diet you are to keep."
"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 to go, to leave them as soon as possible. Come, off with me, lead the way, and be quick."
Rosa and Cornelius exchanged glances.
That of Rosa tried to express,-"There, you see?"
That of Cornelius said,-"Let it be as the Lord wills."