He paused, then added with meaning—
“But both the Kings protest friendship to His Highness—his uncle saith one of his grievances against the Republic is that the Prince hath been kept so long out of his offices.”
M. Bentinck rose.
“You think His Highness and his friends are safe enough,” he said quietly.
“Yes—but I would not give much for the safety of M. de Witt.”
As he spoke the door was flung wide and the Prince entered with an unusual impetuosity.
Van Mander, unnoticed by all, rose to his feet in the shadows of the window.
“Bentinck!” exclaimed William; he dashed his hat down on a chair inside the door. “Bentinck!”
“Your Highness!”