“I am quite healed; help me to get up, and you shall see how I can walk.”
“You will not have to walk far, as I have my coach near the pond, behind Tilly’s dragoons.”
“Tilly’s dragoons! What are they near the pond for?”
“Well,” said the Grand Pensionary with a melancholy smile which was habitual to him, “the gentlemen at the Town-hall expect that the people at the Hague would like to see you depart, and there is some apprehension of a tumult.”
“Of a tumult?” replied Cornelius, fixing his eyes on his perplexed brother; “a tumult?”
“Yes, Cornelius.”
“Oh! that’s what I heard just now,” said the prisoner, as if speaking to himself. Then, turning to his brother, he continued,—
“Are there many persons down before the prison.”
“Yes, my brother, there are.”
“But then, to come here to me——”