The Prince turned away and picked up the candle.
“William,” he called softly.
M. Bentinck came to the door.
“Have we nothing?” asked the Prince.
“M. Beverningh has discovered a bottle of beer in the cupboard and I am burning it.… M. de Zuylestein finds the wine drinkable, he says.”
“But for Bromley, I mean.”
M. Bentinck fetched a glass of the boiled wine and handed it to the Prince.
“We have nothing else.”
William made no reply.
“You had best take some, sir; and the bread, too, is not so unpalatable.”