The Prince took the letter that was offered him and flashed a look at M. Bentinck.
“M. Fagel come to his senses, I believe,” he said, and tore the seal.
Mr. Bromley explained.
“The Assembly has just risen, Highness; the messenger came here at once he said—from M. Zuylestein.”
A swift colour had come into the Prince’s thin cheeks.
“Yes, it is from M. Zuylestein.”
He glanced over the letter, then handed it to M. Bentinck.
“Read it, William; it is as I thought it must be.”
M. Bentinck cast his eyes over the writing; the ink of it barely dry, the sweeps of the quill blotted in the writer’s haste.