The Prince stood at the bottom of the flight of stairs, one hand resting on the polished newel post. He was in buff military attire and carried over his right arm a heavy dark cloak; he wore a black beaver that shaded his brow, but the rich light was full on his face, which expressed a strong emotion sternly contained. Behind him a blue and green tapestry hung on the dark wall; it showed a sea fight with curious ships and curling waves, and banners rising through smoke; the sun showed every thread in it—every crease, and the latent gold in the heavy chestnut locks of the Prince. "M. Heinsius," he said softly. "Your Highness?" The Prince did not change his position nor move his brilliant gaze. "I think to leave the States very soon, as you know, Mynheer; you know also under what circumstances." He paused a second, then added: "I have your good wishes, Mynheer?" Antoon Heinsius coloured from chin to brow. He had been of the Loeventein party and in favour of France, but his policy had changed lately to an adherence to the Stadtholder; he had not expected this to be remarked by William. "Every true heart in Holland," he answered strongly, "must pray for the success of Your Highness." William descended to the landing-place and laid his frail hand, half concealed in embroidered linen ruffles, on the sleeve of M. Heinsius. "You are the kind of man I want. M. Fagel is old and in failing health—he needeth help," he said. "You are a patriot; you would, I think, do anything for the States." The words were poor compared to the fire and energy in the Stadtholder’s strained but steady voice, and the purpose in the gentle firm touch of his hand on the other man’s arm. M. Antoon Heinsius answered instantly, with a deepening of the colour in his fine handsome face— "Your Highness doth me exceeding honour." "I am never better pleased," said William, "than when I can make a man like you my friend." "Your friend—your servant, Highness," murmured M. Heinsius. He was considerably moved by this kindness from one usually so stately and reserved, and one whom he had of late, as he understood his policy better, warmly admired. "You know my aims, my plans of government," continued the Stadtholder; "you will know what to do in my absence,—by serving Holland you serve more than Holland." M. Heinsius answered earnestly— "Before God I will do my best." "Your best is well worth having, Mynheer. I have noticed your career." The two men, but a little time since in opposition, looked with complete understanding into each other’s eyes. The Prince had won the fine loyalty of M. Heinsius as he won all whom he set himself to gain, as he won ultimately, indeed, all those who served him and came to know him intimately. "The States have acted to the wishes of Your Highness?" asked M. Heinsius.