Then suddenly the Prince turned and looked at him.
The fisherman doffed his cap.
“Good morning, Mynheer.”
“Good morning,” answered the Prince, and swerved the horse towards the fishing-boats and the church.
“We have no wind to-day,” said the fisherman, picking up his net.
“No.” William was observing him.
He was a stout, red-faced man, clad in huge dark blue breeches, a striped turquoise coloured shirt, woollen hose, heavy wooden sabots, and a round red cap.
His throat was covered by an emerald green scarf; he held a thick pipe between his lips, and on a finger of his left hand shone a large gold ring.
He surveyed the Prince with a calm curiosity.
“We do not see many strangers at Scheveningen,” he remarked, “as early as this.”