M. Van Ghent stepped up to these gentlemen; but William’s hand tightened on Matthew Bromley’s arm and held him back.
The Englishman was quick to understand. His Highness’ gaze was resting on M. de Montbas, who wore the splendid uniform of the Captain General and was girded with the sword that meant command of all the forces of the United Provinces.
A shiver went through the Prince’s slender body; after a moment he left his gentleman and came forward.
M. de Witt greeted him quietly.
“I am sorry you are late, Highness,” he added quietly.
William gave his reply with perfect composure—
“It was greatly against my wish, Mynheer,” he said, and he spoke softly and even smiled.
“I will believe you, Highness.”
The Prince glanced at M. de Witt’s companions. He did not dislike Sir William Temple, but the others were his avowed opponents.