The Stadtholder raised swollen eyes.
“Let it be,” he said wearily.
M. Bentinck interrupted—
“Sir, you must take some notice of this plot.”
“It is beneath me to consider my own safety,” said William in the same tone.
Van Mander approached the table earnestly.
“This is deep—there is one Michael Tichelaer in it—a Dutch barber; a higher name than his——”
“I will not hear it,” replied the Prince with impatience.
“This is mere bravado,” exclaimed M. de Zuylestein.
“We have other things to occupy us,” replied the Prince.