The Prince drew rein at the Palace steps.
“Bromley,” he said.
The Englishman came down to his master’s stirrup.
“Is M. Fagel here?”
“Yes, Highness; he is waiting for you.”
“Ah!” William patted his horse’s neck.
“Hath he come from the Assembly?”
“Yes, Highness—Their Noble Mightinesses sat all night.”
“I trust that they have come to a wise decision,” remarked the Prince. “And, Bromley, have you discovered the whereabouts of M. Triglandt?”
“Highness, I wrote to Utrecht——”