“But he will be loyal to me,” answered the Prince carelessly.
“You have the trick of it, Highness,” admitted Matthew Bromley.
William frowned. Mr. Bromley guessed him to be in an exceeding ill-humour and ventured on no more.
M. Van Ghent sent up to say he was waiting for His Highness. The Prince discovered that he had forgotten his gloves, and Mr. Bromley went for them.
When he returned the Prince was still in his anteroom and M. Van Ghent still waiting below.
William took the gloves leisurely.
“What are these?” he asked.
They were a pair of white doeskin which Mr. Bromley had from the Prince’s valet; he said so.
William turned them over, then put one on.
“They are a misfit and of paltry quality,” he remarked. “Who bought them?”