“That is curious,” said the Prince, “for I have seen very little of you, Mynheer Van Mander.”
“But I have seen enough of Your Highness,” replied Florent.
The Prince was silent. His bearing seemed, if anything, to repel this homage, but Florent was sufficiently pleased that it was not utterly refused.
His annoyance at being sent to Brandenburg, his regrets for M. de Witt’s comfortable service, had vanished when he found himself in the presence of the Prince.
William’s subtle but amazingly powerful personal influence outweighed all considerations.
He awaited his instructions. He also had caught the trick of the Court; he followed Mr. Bromley’s example and waited for the Prince to address him.
William looked down again and coughed, then handed Florent the letter.
“This is for M. Bentinck, it is your introduction and your credentials. If you wish to serve me you will serve M. Bentinck—it is the same thing.”
Florent bent his head and placed the letter inside his breast pocket.
“M. Renswoude will meet you downstairs and give you the money for your journey,” continued the Prince. “Good-bye, Mynheer Van Mander.”