On the back of the list of Deputies William made a quick calculation of his own private fortune; an estimate of his jewels, estates, and property.
His serenely quiet life had enabled him to accumulate his revenues; his credit was good; he could raise large sums in Amsterdam on his mere note of hand, and he knew some German bankers who would, he thought, advance him money.…
He rose at last, pushing back his disordered hair.
It was nearly half-past four.
M. Bentinck must have returned; the Prince rather wondered that he had not come to him.
There still remained some work to do, copying and docketing, and the Prince, weary and racked with a headache, wished M. Bentinck here to help.
Taking up a candle he went out on to the head of the stairs and listened intently.
He seemed the only person awake in the Palace; not a sound, a footfall, or a breath disturbed the quiet.
The Prince, remembering a book he wished to take with him to-morrow, went lightly down to the library; resigned to the fact that he must return and finish his work himself.
Under the library door a faint light showed.