She answered simply—
"I am very proud. I pray God to bless the Prince day and night. Where should such as I be but for him? You, I see, Madam, are also English."
"Yes."
The stranger lady glanced at Mary's gold-braided coat and splendid horse.
"But not a refugee?" she questioned.
"No—my home is at The Hague. I am married to a Dutchman."
The other was looking out to sea again.
"Can you tell me how the ships are disposed?" she asked.
"What is your name, Madam?"
"Dorothy Marston."