“I remember him,” said the Prince.
“I told him to return to-morrow, Highness.”
“He is rather hasty in changing masters,” said William, with a half malicious smile in his eyes. “I cannot pay as well as M. de Witt—yet.”
“There are those would rather serve you, Highness, nevertheless.”
“Thank you, Mynheer.”
William held out his beautiful, aristocratic hand, and the Lord of Beverwaert kissed it.
“Good-night, Mynheer.”
“Shall I send Bromley to you, Highness?”
“No—I require nothing.”
But Van Odyk hesitated.