Again William glanced at Bentinck.
“And when will they arrive?” he asked.
“Highness, three crossed with me, and my lord Arlington was so ill he cursed God that he should have been born in an island.”
“My lord Arlington,” repeated William, moving the lamp a little farther away from him; “so he is one—who are the others?”
“My lord the Viscount Halifax, my lord Buckingham, and the young Prince James of Monmouth——”
“Why,” said William, “I think all these are in the pay of France.”
“My lord Halifax is now in Flanders—Bruges I think; he bears compliments to King Louis on the birth of the Duc D’Anjou; of the others two are now at the Hague—whence they will follow here, or go at once to the French camp at Doesburg.”
The Prince spoke to Bentinck—
“William, what hope have we from these men?”
“Highness, I mislike their reputations.”