“I am not the only one who thinks so either,” continued the fisherman, taking out his pipe; “it is the thought of all the Netherlands.”
“Yet you know nothing of William of Orange.”
“He has had no chance … M. de Witt’s prisoner … but now M. de Witt will go.”
William looked at the ever changing, never ending line of surf. He was now pale, even to the lips, and was so long silent that it seemed suspicious to the other.
“Perhaps you are one of the Grand Pensionary’s men,” he suggested, with an accent of dislike.
“I am no friend to John de Witt.”
The fisherman chuckled, relieved.
“I think he has not many friends left now.”
“The Assembly support him,” answered William slowly.