“My husband is no criminal, Mynheer, that soldiers should enter his bedchamber.”
“You lose time—you will regret it,” he answered.
A delicate colour rose into her beautiful, still face.
“This tone is new among us,” she said, “we—who have always boasted of our liberty——”
“Take care what you say, Madam,” Captain Hoogewerf warned her, “the Prince of Orange is master now.”
The republican lady paused, her fingers on the handle of her husband’s chamber door.
“One may know it,” she replied coldly, “by your change of front, Mynheer—even yesterday you would not have dared to insult a de Witt.”
“Madam!” pleaded the terrified secretary.
She opened the door and passed before them into the darkened and lofty bedchamber.