The Prince turned sharply.
Before he could speak, Florent went on—
“Sir, you must forgive me, it is I, Van Mander.… I rode up as you left the Marithuis.… I followed you.”
Somewhat to his surprise the Prince seemed neither astonished nor angry.
“Why?” he asked in an absorbed fashion.
“Sir, it is dangerous.… If you knew what I know—what I heard at Zeyst.…”
“I am safe enough,” said William, still gazing up at the houses.
“There are plots abroad to assassinate Your Highness.”
“Without doubt,” the Prince replied absently. “I wish to find a house that hath for sign a pair of scales—it is somewhere near here, I think.”