him, and he might have betrayed himself; "not a word more!"
"No, there will be more than words. Deeds shall show my sincerity. You may advance. You are wont to conquer. The outposts will be easily taken. The gardener I will manage, and the mother will range herself under your gilded banners. Then the fortress will be won!"
"Sir, if you venture," said Philip, who now could hardly contain himself. It was with great difficulty he refrained from open violence, and he clutched the arm of the Dutchman with the force of a vice.
"Your Highness, for Heaven's sake, moderate your joy. I shall scream—you are mashing my arm!"
"If you venture to go near that innocent girl, I will demolish every bone in your body."
"Good, good," screamed the Dutchman, in intense pain; "only let go my arm."
"If I find you anywhere near Milk Street, I'll dash your miserable brains out. So look to it.'
The Dutchman seemed almost stupefied; trembling, he said:
"May it please your Highness, I could not imagine you really loved the girl as it seems you do."
"I love her! I will own it before the whole world!"
