“No; he must have ridden from Honsholredyck to-day.”
“What does this move mean?”
The Grand Pensionary’s lips were sternly set, his brows slightly frowning.
“I do not know, Cornelius.”
“He hath heard of what passed in the Assembly yesterday.”
“Will you stay?”
“Nay, he would not speak before me—we never loved one another.”
“He must speak before whomsoever I choose to question him since he is still under my tutelage,” answered John de Witt sternly.
“Yet I will not remain, lest your patience and his presumption should anger me.”