Madame Lavalette laughed.
“Ah no! His Majesty thinks of a French match for you,”—she sought to still further dazzle him,—“he will restore the town of Orange——”
“In exchange for the liberty of the United Provinces,” interrupted William calmly. “Is not that, Madame, the price?”
“If you will put it so bluntly, Your Highness, then yes.”
The Prince was breathing rather quickly.
“There is one difficulty.”
“It can be overcome,” she answered, smiling.
“I do not think so.”
“What is it?”