“But you are for the Prince?” urged the fisherman. “He will save us from M. de Witt and from the French,” he added.
There was a pause, then the old Netherlander began anew—
“They say the Prince of Tarentum pays court to him, and wants him to marry his daughter. Do you think that is true?”
“M. de Tarentum flies too high; I do not think the Prince will marry a subject.”
“I am glad of it.”
He looked up shrewdly into the young man’s face.
“You are from the Hague, you will know something of affairs——”
He paused.
“Do you know anything of the Prince?” he asked at length.
William turned his head away. “A little.”