“I did what I could——”
“Oh, we waste the time,” said William. He went towards the entrance.
“What will Your Highness do?” cried the Vicomte desperately, swinging round to face him.
The Prince turned also, so that they stood but a foot or so apart.
“What I did with the garrison of Wesel.”
“Your Highness!”
“Do you think I am a child to accept your excuses?” asked William scornfully.
“This is because I am the friend of M. de Witt.”
“No, Monsieur, it is because you are a traitor——”
“Prince!” exclaimed M. de Montbas in anguish.