“I must get this to M. Fagel—at once—or he will fall again under M. de Witt’s thumb.”
M. Bentinck rose.
“Meanwhile you had best have some dinner, Sir; it will have been ready some time and the others waiting——”
The Prince took up the lamp and followed his friend without demur into the other half of the tent.
He went to the entrance and called to the officer on duty.
“You will find some messenger to convey this at once to the Hague.”
“Yes, Highness.”
William gave him the letter for M. Fagel, and was turning away when the soldier spoke—
“Highness, M. de Montbas has returned.”