His daughter, who held her hands clenched and pressed upon her heart, looked at him with a wild expression.
“Father—must you go? Cannot Uncle Cornelius be brought here? Must you go?”
“Anna!”
“Do you know what the streets are like?—the maid said every one was furious because my uncle was not condemned to death.”
She rose, and her pale eyes brimmed with tears.
“Do not go——”
“Cornelius sent for me.”
“He did not understand——”
“Dearest, the Hague is safe enough——”
“No, no!”