He came, characteristically, straight to the point.
“You opposed my election, Mynheer; you have contrived to restrict my authority … the War Council of the States General are to accompany me and be consulted on every step I take.”
“It is true, Highness,” was the grave response.
“Very well, Mynheer, what I have obtained has been in spite of you.… I asked your help and you refused it.… But now?—I am the chief of the Army, you of the State … what now?”
He fixed his dark eyes on M. de Witt’s face.
“Now, Highness, I will support you by every means in my power,” answered John de Witt firmly. “Do you think,” he added, with a mournful smile, “that I am of so paltry or jealous a nature as to indulge my private feelings at the expense of the public welfare and safety?”
“No, I did not think so, M. de Witt,” answered William.
“I have never borne personal ill-will to you, Prince. I of myself would never have given you the appointment you now hold, but since you do hold it, by the wish of the country, I will help you, willingly and very loyally.”
“Thank you, Mynheer,” said William, still formally.
“Put me to the test,” urged the Grand Pensionary. “If there is anything in my power——”