At his Majesty's side paced William Bentinck, Earl of Portland, whom we have already met, in the course of this narrative, in the little inn at Vlaardingen.

The two were alone and in earnest converse, but looked up as the party approached along the avenue.
"H'm, it appears to me that I know these two shapes," said William.
"They are odd enough to be remembered." "That is the figure which honesty cuts in the country over which I have the misfortune to rule--or rather to reign.

My friend, these are two honest Englishmen, and therefore worth observation.
Moreover, they are about to give me the devil of a time.
Well, gentlemen," he continued, lifting his voice as they approached, "what is your business ?" "We desire your Majesty to listen to us." "On a matter of importance ?" "To us--yes.

It has brought us from England." "Speak, then." "Your Majesty," Captain Barker began, his voice trembling slightly, "we have come to offer you, and to beg that you will accept, our swords and our service." "That is very pretty, sir," answered William, after a pause, during which his eye kindled with some triumph; "but unless I do you an injustice, Captain Barker and Captain Runacles, there is some condition attached to this surrender." "None, sire, but that which your Majesty's self imposed less than three months back.

We are come to redeem, if we may, the young man of whom you then robbed us." "Robbed!" "Forgive me, sire--deprived.