“I know no other remedy,” answered Ryhove; “I would rather make the attempt, relying upon God alone, and die like a man if needful, than live in eternal slavery.  Like an ancient Roman,” continued the young republican noble, in somewhat bombastic vein, “I am ready to wager my life, where my fatherland’s welfare is at stake.”

“Bold words!” said the Prince, looking gravely at Ryhove; “but upon what force do you rely for your undertaking?”

“If I can obtain no assistance from your Excellency,” was the reply, “I shall throw myself on the mass of the citizens.  I can arouse them in the name of their ancient liberties, which must be redeemed now or never.”

The Prince, believing probably that the scheme, if scheme there were, was but a wild one, felt little inclination to compromise himself with the young conspirator.  He told him he could do nothing at present, and saying that he must at least sleep upon the matter, dismissed him for the night.  Next morning, at daybreak, Ryhove was again closeted with him.  The Prince asked his sanguine partisan if he were still determined to carry out his project, with no more definite support than he had indicated?  Ryhove assured him, in reply, that he meant to do so; or to die in the attempt.  The Prince shrugged his shoulders, and soon afterwards seemed to fall into a reverie.  Ryhove continued talking, but it was soon obvious that his Highness was not listening; and he therefore took his leave somewhat abruptly.  Hardly had he left the house, however, when the Prince despatched Saint Aldegonde in search of him.  That gentleman, proceeding to his hotel, walked straight into the apartment of Ryhove, and commenced a conversation with a person whom he found there, but to his surprise he soon discovered, experienced politician though he was, that he had made an egregious blunder.  He had opened a dangerous secret to an entire stranger, and Ryhove coming into the apartment a few minutes afterwards, was naturally surprised to find the Prince’s chief councillor in close conversation about the plot with Van Rooyen, the burgomaster of Denremonde.  The Flemish noble, however, always prompt in emergencies, drew his rapier, and assured the astonished burgomaster that he would either have his life on the instant, or his oath never to reveal a syllable of what he had heard.  That functionary, who had neither desired the young noble’s confidence, nor contemplated the honor of being run through the body as a consequence of receiving it, was somewhat aghast at the rapid manner in which these gentlemen transacted business.  He willingly gave the required pledge, and was permitted to depart.