"But England," said Basilea quickly, "is entirely bound to France——" "Yes; and because of that, and because the Prince of Orange knoweth it, King James is in a desperate strait——" "Why?" "Madame, I know the Prince tolerably well—he never relinquishes any idea that hath a firm hold on his mind, and what he cannot accomplish by diplomacy he will assay by force." "By force!" echoed Basilea, staring at the Ambassador. He came a little nearer to her and lowered his voice. "What is the business that keepeth Edward Russell on messenger duty to and fro The Hague and London? What is the business that keepeth the Prince for ever riding from his villa to the States? Why are all the harness makers of the Provinces making bridles, bits, and spurs? Why is the Prince, if there is not some great design afoot, buying up load after load of hay—why are new ships being built, fresh troops being raised?" "Surely," answered Basilea, "I have heard it said that the States were making ready in case the dispute between King Louis and the Pope anent Cologne should involve attack on their frontiers." "I do not believe it," said M. D’Avaux. "But King James and Lord Sunderland take your view—they will not be roused, they will not see, and daily they further rouse that loyalty which is their sole support. I am well informed from England that not one man in ten believeth the Prince of Wales to be the King’s son, and that they regard the producing of him as a mere fraud to cheat the Princesses of their birthright." "What do you mean, what do you think?" asked Basilea. "It is not possible that the Prince should claim his wife’s inheritance by force of arms?" "You put it very succinctly," said M. D’Avaux. "That is exactly what I think he will do." Basilea was silent. The, to her, amazing aspect of international politics disclosed in M. D’Avaux’s brief and troubled summary filled her with dismay and anger. The domestic government of England did not concern her, since she did not live under it, and her family, being Romanist, were more prosperous under King James than they had ever been. She had not given much thought to the justice or wisdom of the means the King had taken to convert his kingdom, but she approved of the principle. She had no admiration for the Prince of Orange, and no sympathy for the cause he upheld. "He would never," she remarked, continuing her thoughts aloud, "dare the scandal of an open rupture betwixt himself and His Majesty, who is both his uncle and his wife’s father——" "There is nothing but dislike between them since the King recalled Sidney and the Prince refused his assent to the repeal of the Test Act——" "But the Princess," interrupted Basilea. "Why, I used to know her, and I dare assure you she is not one to forget her duty——" "Her duty!" repeated M. D’Avaux. He looked at her intently.