“I wrote there,” interrupted William impatiently, “and my letter was returned, as M. Triglandt had left his lodgings.”
“Highness, I have discovered that he fell ill——”
“Ill!” exclaimed the Prince.
“—and was conveyed by relatives to Arnheim——”
“Well, you will write there and give him my commands to return to the Hague.”
William flung the reins to his groom and dismounted.
“You may add,” he continued, “that I take the first occasion to ask his return, and that any friend of mine is honoured in the Hague now.”
He smiled with his eyes and touched Mr. Bromley on the arm with his whip.
“Tell them to keep the horse, as afterwards I am promised at the ‘Huis ten bosch.’”