“They are rarer than madmen,” answered the Prince.
“Your Highness’ House has been rich in great men.”
William drew back from the suspicion of flattery.
“Leave them, Mynheer,” he said coldly, and picked up a copy of The Gazette that lay on the table.
M. Beuningen turned away, his hands clasped behind his back.
William regarded him covertly and keenly.
“Mynheer,” he said in another tone.
M. Beuningen raised his head, there were tears in his eyes.
Before he could speak M. Heenvliet announced the English envoys, who were accompanied by M. Bentinck.
Coenraad Beuningen gave the Prince a quick look, bowed to the company and left the chamber.