"Don't you think there is a likeness?"
"I'm bad at seeing likenesses," said I.
"Why, Nell, I don't think you are," Phil defended me against myself. "You're always seeing the strangest resemblances between clouds and animals, and plants and people, and there's no end to what you find on wall papers. This very day you thought Mr. Starr like Robert Louis Stevenson, though I——"
"That's when my imagination's running loose," I explained. "Cousin Robert is talking about facts."
"Oh!" said Phil.
"It's rather an ugly portrait," I went on; "I don't suppose William of Orange was like it one bit."
"But we have two reasons for calling Brederode the Taciturn," said Robert. "He has a way to keep still about things which other people discuss. Sometimes it makes men angry, but especially the ladies. Brederode does not care what others think; he descends from the great Brederode, but he is different."
"The Water Beggar was brave," I remarked.
"Rudolph is brave," retorted Cousin Robert, firing up. "You will think so to-morrow."
"What is he going to do?" I asked. "Something to startle Holland?"