“He hath his own wisdom,” answered St. Croix; “but his day is over.”
He looked shrewdly at the young secretary, and added—
“I must bring you to speech of M. le Marquis.”
Florent made no answer; he rose.
“You are going?” asked St. Croix, leaning indolently on the table.
“I have some work to do—M. de Witt must not find me amiss.”
It was not the truth; the secretary’s duties ended when he quitted the Grand Pensionary’s house, but St. Croix accepted the excuse.
“You will hear from me again in a day or so,” he said. “The lodgings in the Kerkestraat will always find you?”
“Yes.”
Florent picked up his hat and cloak from the bench that ran round the wall and turned to leave.