The Prince went to the window, coughing; M. Bentinck guiltily knocked out his pipe.
“What will you do to-morrow?” he asked.
“Get into Utrecht,” said the Captain General briefly.
M. Beverningh looked up.
“If they will not defend the place they shall at least provision us,” added the Prince.
Now Beverningh spoke.
“They will refuse us admission, Highness.”
“It is my will and purpose to enter Utrecht to-morrow,” answered William.
“Meanwhile——” M. Bentinck began, when the door was flung open and a young officer entered.
“Your Highness——”