“This has long and truly been the case.  I cannot remember when it was otherwise!”

“It may not be denied.  But it would little become political discretion to affect precipitancy in the judgment of character.  If my own administration can be stigmatized with the same apparent prejudice, it proves the clearer how strong is misrepresentation at home.  Time was wanting to enlighten my mind and that time has been refused me.  In another year, my worthy Sir, the Council should have been filled with Van’s!”

“In such a case, my Lord, the unhappy condition in which you are now placed might indeed have been avoided.”

“Is it too late to arrest the evil?  It is time Anne had been undeceived, and her mind regained.  There wanteth nothing to such a consummation of justice, Sir, but opportunity.  It touches me to the heart, to think that this disgrace should befall one so near the royal blood!  ’Tis a spot on the escutcheon of the crown, that all loyal subjects must feel desirous to efface, and so small an effort would effect the object, too, with certain—­Mr. Alderman Myndert Van Beverout——?”

“My Lord, late Governor,” returned the other, observing that his companion hesitated.

“What think you of this Hanoverian settlement?—­Shall a German wear the crown of a Plantagenet?”

“It hath been worn by a Hollander.”

“Aptly answered!  Worn, and worn worthily!  There is affinity between the people, and there is reason in that reply.  How have I failed in wisdom, in not seeking earlier the aid of thy advice, excellent Sir!  Ah, Myndert, there is a blessing on the enterprises of all who come of the Low Countries!”

“They are industrious to earn, and slow to squander.”

“That expenditure is the ruin of many a worthy subject!  And yet accident—­chance—­fortune—­or whatever you may choose to call it, interferes nefariously, at times, with a gentleman’s prosperity.  I am an adorer of constancy in friendship, Sir, and hold the principle that men should aid each other through this dark vale of life—­Mr. Alderman Van Beverout——?”

“My Lord Cornbury?”

“I was about to say, that should I quit the Province, without expressing part of the regret I feel, at not having sooner ascertained the merits of its original owners, and your own in particular, I should do injustice to sensibilities, that are only too acute for the peace of him who endures them.”

“Is there then hope that your lordship’s creditors will relent, or has the Earl furnished means to open the prison-door?”

“You use the pleasantest terms, Sir!—­but I love directness of language, above all other qualities.  No doubt the prison-door, as you have so clearly expressed it, might be opened, and lucky would be the man who should turn the key.  I am pained when I think of the displeasure of the Queen, which, sooner or later, will surely visit my luckless persecutors.  On the other hand, I find relief in thinking of the favor she will extend to those who have proved my friends, in such a strait.  They that wear crowns love not to see disgrace befall the meanest of their blood, for something of the taint may sully even the ermine of Majesty.—­Mr. Alderman——!”