Quickly he composed himself again.
“We will not believe it, Cornelius.”
“No man could be so weak or so wicked,” said his brother, “as to deliver us to certain death.”
“No,” said John. “No——”
But he added almost instantly.
“I would the Prince was at the Hague, Cornelius.”
“The Prince!” answered his brother, “he is too good a politician.… He was very careful not to be at the Hague to-day.”
“Ah, no, Cornelius.…”
The Ruard smiled in an angry kind of scorn.
“They have sent for him—well—he will not come.”