“Monsieur, I will see justice done,” answered William.
He put the sword across the chair beside him and turned his back.
“By your leave, Mynheer,” said the young Frieslander.
M. de Montbas submitted in silence. The soldiers saluted the Prince and withdrew, their prisoner in their midst. William looked over his shoulder at them, and, when they had gone, leant against the table in an exhausted fashion gazing at the ground.
He had not stood so above a minute when William Bentinck entered hotly, with a colour in his face.
The Prince gave him a rather languid glance.
“Highness, it is the French; a boor has come running up to say they are advancing to surprise us——”
“I thought so,” replied William. “It is M. de Rochfort on the heels of M. de Montbas.”