Cornelius watched him with dark and resolute eyes.
Both were very pale.
“What of Maria?” asked Cornelius at length, very low.
“She has written to you?”
“Every day—but was always so eager to hearten me, poor soul, that I know not much of herself.”
“She is well; she hath kept up a wonderful courage.… She is coming to the Hague to be the first to greet you on your release.”
Again Cornelius was silent, then he said—
“She will hardly know me.”
John could not answer.
The Ruard spoke again—