St. Croix shrugged his shoulders.
“I cannot tell.”
“It is your business to find out,” answered de Pomponne arrogantly.
“Only I ask you, Monseigneur, what can one do with these Hollanders? I have had this man in play for years, but——” he shrugged his shoulders.
“He is too much for you—which is a pity, for if you could have managed him he would have been very useful.”
“He was inclined to deal with us once, certainly; now, however——”
“Well, what has happened to him now?” demanded the Marquis sharply.
“He appears to be infatuated with the Prince of Orange.”
M. de Pomponne considered a moment.
“The Prince is friendly with us,” he said at length, narrowing his fine dark eyes.