William turned slowly in his chair and rose.
“I am grateful for this, Mynheer,” he said, and it was the manner of a king with a subject, “for I wished to speak to you.”
The Grand Pensionary advanced into the room. He was splendidly dressed, for he had been attending the second reception of Sir George Downing by the States General, and, though still in mourning for his wife, his black was put aside on this occasion. He wore a crimson mantle embroidered in gold, and a coat laced and beribboned.
“There is much to say, on both sides, Highness,” he answered gravely.
The Prince remained erect, with his hand on the back of his chair.
“Will you be seated, M. de Witt?”
The Grand Pensionary came slowly down the room, holding his velvet mantle across his breast. His demeanour was stately to haughtiness, his lips unsmiling and his eyes severe.
“It is a long time since you and I have spoken together,” he said.
“You have been much occupied, Mynheer,” replied the Prince.