“No,” the Prince assented. “Yet it is very pleasant here.”
“Have you come from the town, Mynheer?” He indicated the Hague by a jerk of his thumb over his shoulder.
“Even so.”
“I was up there—last Sunday.”
William said nothing, but he did not look forbidding.
“There was a riot,” continued the fisherman, with a kind of reserved interest.
“There often is.”
“It was outside the Stadhuis.”
“I heard of it.”
“The people were shouting against M. de Witt.”