The Prince looked at the man sharply.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because he would sell us all to the French.”
William smiled scornfully.
“I thought it was the Prince of Orange of whom they said that——”
“The Prince!—it is the Prince of Orange who will save us.”
William slightly flushed.
“You think so?” he asked softly.
“Ay, I know it, Mynheer.”
The answer was given with simple, unconscious confidence, and the Prince’s colour deepened.