Florent looked up quickly.
“Do you imagine him the sort of man to win—devotion?”
“I do not know. What is your opinion?”
Florent smiled rather sourly.
“I suppose some would serve him from policy, because they saw a restoration,” he answered; “but he is greatly beloved in Holland.”
“He has done nothing to win the suffrage of the people.”
“No,” said Florent; “he has done nothing.”
“It is the name,” resumed St. Croix lightly, “and the prestige of the House of Orange.”
Supper was brought in, and more candles. Florent crossed to the window.