“Until he proves himself otherwise I must treat the Prince as an honourable man—a patriot.”
“May God reward you for it—for William of Orange never will.”
“Nevertheless, sir, it is necessary that I see the Prince.”
“Why?” demanded the old man vigorously. “M. de Montbas made the mistake of waiting on him—and received a haughty rebuff for his pains. The Staff of the Army is arranged—and there you have been too just, M. Beverningh, the head of the Representatives of the States General, is on the Prince’s side——”
He was interrupted by the entry of M. Van Ouvenaller.
“His Highness the Prince of Orange, Mynheer.”
The Grand Pensionary turned and Jacob de Witt rose.
Before either could speak the Prince appeared in the doorway, and M. de Witt’s secretary, after holding it respectfully open for him, bowed and withdrew.
“I am glad to see Your Highness,” said the Grand Pensionary sincerely.
William touched his hat without raising it and looked at Jacob de Witt.