“It is M. Gabriel Sylvius,” said M. Bentinck, “who is arrived—having pressed on, without stopping, from the Hague.”
“Ah!” said the Prince quickly; then, “I expected him sooner.”
“He was delayed.”
“Delayed?”
The Prince frowned a little.
“On the sea, he says.”
William still looked stern.
“They were fifteen hours in Calais Roads.”
“Why,” the Prince admitted, “that was a misfortune beyond the help of Gabriel Sylvius.”