“We have not?”
“Well, then, in the very moment when you have passed the ranks of the dragoons you will fall into the hands of the people.”
“But the burgher guard?”
“Alas! the burgher guard are the most enraged of all.”
“What are we to do, then?”
“If I were in your place, Mynheer John,” the young girl timidly continued, “I should leave by the postern, which leads into a deserted by-lane, whilst all the people are waiting in the High Street to see you come out by the principal entrance. From there I should try to reach the gate by which you intend to leave the town.”
“But my brother is not able to walk,” said John.
“I shall try,” Cornelius said, with an expression of most sublime fortitude.
“But have you not got your carriage?” asked the girl.
“The carriage is down near the great entrance.”