“Sir, M. Fagel came to see His Highness this morning—and afterwards the Prince left the house in a passion.”
“Alone?” M. Bentinck looked considerably surprised.
“Alone.”
“He is no longer under any supervision?”
“None at all now, sir. M. de Witt has had to cede his authority little by little, till he has none left——”
“In all the United Provinces, I think,” smiled M. Bentinck. “Oh, Mynheer, I am tired, I have lain sick a week at Hertogenbosch.”
He seated himself in one of the heavy leather chairs, and his gay face and rich clothes made a brightness in the large and sombre chamber.
“Shall I not order dinner for you?” asked Mr. Bromley.
“No—I thank you, we dined on the road.”