“This is a creditable beginning!”
M. de Witt put his hand over his eyes.
“M. de Luxembourg is burning and slaying … like Alva … they are already drunk with victory.”
“What is to be done?”
“What hope have we if Utrecht falls!”
“The Prince will defend it——”
“The Prince is defending the Yssel.”
“We must send more levies.”
“Ah, M. Fagel, have I not strained every nerve already to send more levies?”
“What is to be done?”