He bore himself as if a king. His excessive pride might not deign to express itself in any outward show, but he revealed clearly enough that if he was to be the deliverer of his country he would also be her master.
Secure in the support of the people, he could do as he pleased with the magistrates. The whole country was at his mercy.
Those who had been in opposition to him trembled; his enemies were in despair.
Now, as he paused on the stairs to speak to Fagel, M. de Groot came out of the room of the Assembly.
“Mynheer,” William called him.
Gaspard Fagel shivered.
Pale, tired, but erect, Peter de Groot came forward.
“Your Highness?”
The Stadtholder was drawing on his gloves.
“I advised you, Mynheer, not to undertake that journey to Zeyst, you remember?”