“There are the burgher companies——”
“They are Orangist.”
He was not to be persuaded.
“Cornelius sent for me.”
Johanna also was fearful.
“You will, at least, not go alone?” she said.
“I will take the clerk and Van den Wissel if it please you.”
“Yes—I will tell them.”
Anna was not to be comforted. What she had seen and heard these last weeks at the Hague had utterly unnerved her; she clung to her father convulsively, dumb with the swelling sobs.
Agneta sat in the wide window-seat, her head bowed on to her knees.