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Prince of Orange sat alone in his private reception-room. He looked anxious and depressed, as a man might well look to whose arm a whole nation was clinging. In his dark hair gleamed many silver threads, and his face was wrinkled and worn, although he was only thirty years of age. The Regent had refused to accept his resignation, and he was placed in an equivocal position. Still, with the persistence of his intense nature, he struggled manfully to do what he believed to be his duty. “For Fatherland and conscience” was ever his motto.

While he was reflecting upon unhappy the condition of his countrymen, a gentle knock sounded upon the door.

“Come in!” said William wearily.

“I am sorry to disturb you, dear master,” said Conrad Chenoweth, who was sincerely devoted to the Prince's person and interests, “but Francis Junius has arrived in disguise, and craves an immediate audience with your Excellency.”

“Admit him at once,” replied William. 101