“M. Fagel was here this morning to offer it to me—for one campaign.”
“And you?”
William smiled anew into the young man’s comely, ardent face; now with a half mournful air.
“I refused.”
“Unconditionally?”
“Yes.”
“My faith!” cried M. Bentinck, “that was a bold move, Highness.”
“I think it will prove a successful one.”
William spoke as if he explained himself from a pure effort of friendship, and would have preferred to talk of other things.
“M. de Witt was at the back of that.”