“Yes.”
“Ah, he sends for me?”
“Yes.”
John de Witt stepped up to her and put his arm about her.
“Johanna—my dear—has he been sentenced?”
“To banishment—the councillors, the maid says, read him his sentence in the prison this morning.”
She dropped her head on his shoulder and a sob broke from her full heart.
“Oh, John!”
“My dear, my dear, he has his life and his liberty. I will go fetch him from the prison—at once.”
His sister shuddered.