Florent turned to face him.
“Yes.”
The other raised his lantern.
“I am Bromley,” he said simply,—“Matthew Bromley, the Prince’s gentleman, and I have come to give you the answer to the letter that you delivered to His Highness.”
Florent bent his brows on him. As far as he could see anything he saw a tall man with a fair, handsome face showing under the broad-brimmed hat.
“Will you hand this to the person who entrusted you to deliver that letter?”
Florent took the packet held out to him.
“If His Highness has servants as devoted as you appear, Mynheer,” he said, “you might have conveyed the letter in the first instance.”
And he remembered how St. Croix had lamented that he had now no ally in the Prince’s household.
“The paper is unsealed,” answered Matthew Bromley, “and I think it is His Highness’ wish that you read it.”