“The people of Dordt—they are waiting to see the signature of M. de Witt to that paper M. Muys carries.”
“What is it?”
“A resolution declaring His Highness William of Orange, Stadtholder of Dordt.”
“My husband will never sign it.”
“Do you think so, Madam?”
“I do”—this with instinctive pride.
The captain pointed with his gloved hand to the window.
“I should not care to answer for what that crowd may do, if disappointed, Madam.”
“My husband,” answered Madam de Witt, with a look of agony, “has sworn to the Perpetual Edict.”