“How does it go with you?” he asked.
Matthew Bromley moved his head restlessly.
“How hot it is!” he murmured; then, “I would they did not build their beds in their walls here——”
“We could do no better,” answered the Prince gently.
“Who is it?” came faintly.
“I, William of Nassau.”
Mr. Bromley made a little sound of pleasure.
“Ah, Your Highness——”
The Prince set the candle on the chair behind him.
“I am sorry to see you like this, Bromley,” he said.