“I am not a Romanist, sir.”
“Still an Anglican,” said the Prince, as if he considered the one creed almost as offensive as the other, but his eyes were kindly.
Mr. Bromley bowed.
“I serve Your Highness, not the United Provinces,” he said, with the air of one who has cut a Gordian knot.
William folded up his uncle’s letter.
“The United Provinces have made me Captain General, Bromley—I am in their service now.”
“I will stay if Your Highness will have me,” was the Englishman’s answer. He smiled a little humorously. “England is probably in the wrong,” he said; his thought was that William was right—right for ever in Mr. Bromley’s eyes after those words to him that evening.
The Prince smiled.
“I am glad to keep you.”