Still, however, he bore up against drowsiness and fever till his master was pronounced convalescent.

Then, at length, Bentinck asked leave to go home.

It was time: for his limbs would no longer support him.

He was in great danger, but recovered, and, as soon as he left his bed, hastened to the army, where, during many sharp campaigns, he was ever found, as he had been in peril of a different kind, close to William's side.
Such was the origin of a friendship as warm and pure as any that ancient or modern history records.

The descendants of Bentinck still preserve many letters written by William to their ancestor: and it is not too much to say that no person who has not studied those letters can form a correct notion of the Prince's character.