“Between you and His Highness.”
The Grand Pensionary answered without turning his head.
“In what manner?”
M. Fagel was rather at a loss to express himself.
“His Highness is Stadtholder,” he remarked.
“Nevertheless, I am still Grand Pensionary, Mynheer.”
“The office remains—yes,” replied M. Fagel. “But it must be filled by a man who will work with His Highness.”
John de Witt showed some signs of agitation.
“M. Fagel,” he said, sitting erect, “if you are here to suggest that I work under His Highness, the mere secretary of his ambition, the servant of his designs—I beg you, say no more.”