“We talk too weightily. I have had no dinner, you must dine again to keep me company. How are my uncle the Elector and my cousin Charlotte?”
M. Bentinck rose.
“It could be a match there, if you wished, Highness. You see there are many courting your alliance.”
“I am already adept in the art of saying ‘no,’” answered the Prince.
“It would please the Elector and the Princess Dowager—I do not think the lady herself would be averse——”
William frowned.
“It is not even to be considered—my fortunes are too unsettled for me to think of a wife. Ah, here is Bromley.”
He turned quickly at his gentleman’s entrance.
“A message from the Assembly, Bromley?”
“Yes, Highness.”