“And, well worthy they are of it,” said young Robert, “considering how far they go for it.”

The traveller, on, leaving Antwerp, proceeded down the river to Bergen-op-Zoom, where he was hospitably entertained by that doughty old soldier Sir William Reade, and met Lord Willoughby, whom he accompanied to Brielle on a visit to the deposed elector Truchsess, then living in that neighbourhood.  Cecil—­who was not passion’s slave—­had small sympathy with the man who could lose a sovereignty for the sake of Agnes Mansfeld.  “’Tis a very goodly gentleman,” said he, “well fashioned, and of good speech, for which I must rather praise him than for loving a wife better than so great a fortune as he lost by her occasion.”  At Brielle he was handsomely entertained by the magistrates, who had agreeable recollections of his brother Thomas, late governor of that city.  Thence he proceeded by way of Delft—­which, like all English travellers, he described as “the finest built town that ever he saw”—­to the Hague, and thence to Fushing, and so back by sea to Ostend.—­He had made the most of his three weeks’ tour, had seen many important towns both in the republic and in the obedient Netherlands, and had conversed with many “tall gentlemen,” as he expressed himself, among the English commanders, having been especially impressed by the heroes of Sluys, Baskerville and that “proper gentleman Francis Vere.”

He was also presented by Lord Willoughby to Maurice of Nassau, and was perhaps not very benignantly received by the young prince.  At that particular moment, when Leicester’s deferred resignation, the rebellion of Sonoy in North Holland, founded on a fictitious allegiance to the late governor-general, the perverse determination of the Queen to treat for peace against the advice of all the leading statesmen of the Netherlands, and the sharp rebukes perpetually administered by her, in consequence, to the young stadholder and all his supporters, had not tended to produce the most tender feelings upon their part towards the English government, it was not surprising that the handsome soldier should look askance at the crooked little courtier, whom even the great Queen smiled at while she petted him.  Cecil was very angry with Maurice.

“In my life I never saw worse behaviour,” he said, “except it were in one lately come from school.  There is neither outward appearance in him of any noble mind nor inward virtue.”

Although Cecil had consumed nearly the whole month of March in his tour, he had been more profitably employed than were the royal commissioners during the same period at Ostend.