“Yes, sir, for in the name of the States I arrest you.”
Arrests were not as yet made in the name of William of Orange; he had not been Stadtholder long enough for that.
“Arrest me!” cried Cornelius; “but what have I done?”
“That’s no affair of mine, Doctor; you will explain all that before your judges.”
“Where?”
“At the Hague.”
Cornelius, in mute stupefaction, embraced his old nurse, who was in a swoon; shook hands with his servants, who were bathed in tears, and followed the magistrate, who put him in a coach as a prisoner of state and had him driven at full gallop to the Hague.
Chapter 8. An Invasion
The incident just related was, as the reader has guessed before this, the diabolical work of Mynheer Isaac Boxtel.