The Secretary crushed his handkerchief up in his nervous right hand.
“It has been decided to offer Your Highness the Captain Generalship——”
“Without restrictions, Mynheer?”
“That was impossible—we had to come to a compromise with M. de Witt.”
The Prince’s grasp tightened on his whip.
“What compromise, Mynheer?”
M. Fagel, whose one object was to obtain the favour of the head of the Orange party, winced at the tone of this question.
“Your Highness must consider——” he began.
William cut him short.
“Tell me straightly, M. Fagel.”