“Because the French beat us … and there seems no hope for you.”
“How can I despair?” answered the young General. “God has me by the hand.”
The dying man glanced at him sharply and curiously—
“Does Your Highness—believe—like that?”
William smiled.
“Could I live if I did not believe?”
Matthew Bromley’s blue eyes were still fixed on him intently.
“I never thought of it—much—but I detain Your Highness——”
“No, no, there is nothing I can do till the dawn.”
“In my coat——”