“Ah!—it is as serious as that?”
Cornelius laid down the Horace.
“I wish I could stand,” he said through his teeth.
John turned his eyes away.
“I should never have sent for you,” continued his brother, reproaching himself.
“I am safe enough—the Prince left Count Tilly behind——”
A sudden roar from the Plaats broke off his speech.
“Tilly’s dragoons!” cried Cornelius, who heard horsemen.
John was at the window.
“No—the burgher companies.”