"You are welcome. And now, what of Antwerp?"
"Antwerp belongs to the Prince of Orange."
"To the Prince of Orange!"
"Yes, to William."
"But did not my brother attack Antwerp?"
"Yes, sire; but now he is traveling to Chateau-Thierry."
"He has left the army?"
"Sire, there is no longer an army."
"Oh!" cried the king, sinking back in his armchair, "but Joyeuse—"
"Sire, my brother, after having done wonders with his sailors, after having conducted the whole of the retreat, rallied the few men who escaped the disaster, and sent me home with an escort for M. le Duc d'Anjou."