“Their High Mightinesses will decide between us,” said William, with a stress of mockery on the title. “I am sorry that you will not help me——”
“And I, Prince, am sorry that you should have asked it of me,” replied the Grand Pensionary with a mournful dignity; “it makes weightier my almost intolerable burdens, my almost crushing duties more difficult, that you, and at this crisis, should distract the State with your pretensions and adopt this position towards me.”
William again lowered his eyes; he seemed to be considering. After a second he smiled.
“I also grieve that you should refuse me, Mynheer.”
His eyes flashed an upward glance.
“Perhaps it is not wise!”
“It is right,” answered M. de Witt. “Your friendship would mean much to me—but I cannot purchase it at any such price——”
“We are both too obstinate,” said William, almost insolently; “there is no need for more talk on the matter.”
M. de Witt gathered up his mantle.
“Good even to Your Highness.”