“Can I think of that—now?”
“M. Cornelius de Witt is involved——”
“I do not believe it.” This impatiently, with a frown.
Florent Van Mander came from the window embrasure and went on one knee on the red-tiled floor.
William looked at him and hesitated to speak harshly.
This young man seemed to him a link with the past night; he had been witness of his tears.…
William bit his under-lip and listened.
Florent told his story hurriedly but clearly. Madame Lavalette, under the guise of a traveller from Brussels, accompanied by St. Croix and Michael Tichelaer as her servants, was to take up her quarters in some village near the Prince’s camp.…
Florent broke off.
He looked at M. Zuylestein.