“In so far that I do not understand him, yes,” answered the Grand Pensionary.
The company, walking to and fro in their velvet and satin dresses, shut out the long violet coat and William’s slender figure.
“He is a remarkable young man.” The Englishman spoke reflectively.
“He is like his father,” responded John de Witt.
“With a difference.” Sir William smiled. “The late Stadtholder failed—this Prince, I think, would not.”
CHAPTER XII
THE SPY OF FRANCE
The Princess beckoned her grandson with her long gold fan.