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"
At
least
people
say
so
,
Monseigneur
.
I
can
not
say
anything
about
it
myself
,
as
I
have
no
personal
acquaintance
with
Mynheer
Bowelt
.
"
"
An
honest
man
,
"
repeated
he
who
was
addressed
as
Monseigneur
;
"
do
you
mean
to
say
that
he
is
an
honest
man
(
brave
homme
)
,
or
a
brave
one
(
homme
brave
)
?
"
"
Ah
,
Monseigneur
must
excuse
me
;
I
would
not
presume
to
draw
such
a
fine
distinction
in
the
case
of
a
man
whom
,
I
assure
your
Highness
once
more
,
I
know
only
by
sight
.
"
"
If
this
Bowelt
is
an
honest
man
,
"
his
Highness
continued
,
"
he
will
give
to
the
demand
of
these
furibund
petitioners
a
very
queer
reception
.
"
The
nervous
quiver
of
his
hand
,
which
moved
on
the
shoulder
of
his
companion
as
the
fingers
of
a
player
on
the
keys
of
a
harpsichord
,
betrayed
his
burning
impatience
,
so
ill
concealed
at
certain
times
,
and
particularly
at
that
moment
,
under
the
icy
and
sombre
expression
of
his
face
.
The
chief
of
the
deputation
of
the
burghers
was
then
heard
addressing
an
interpellation
to
Mynheer
Bowelt
,
whom
he
requested
to
let
them
know
where
the
other
deputies
,
his
colleagues
,
were
.
"
Gentlemen
,
"
Bowelt
repeated
for
the
second
time
,
"
I
assure
you
that
in
this
moment
I
am
here
alone
with
Mynheer
d'Asperen
,
and
I
can
not
take
any
resolution
on
my
own
responsibility
.
"
"
The
order
!
we
want
the
order
!
"
cried
several
thousand
voices
.
Mynheer
Bowelt
wished
to
speak
,
but
his
words
were
not
heard
,
and
he
was
only
seen
moving
his
arms
in
all
sorts
of
gestures
,
which
plainly
showed
that
he
felt
his
position
to
be
desperate
.
When
,
at
last
,
he
saw
that
he
could
not
make
himself
heard
,
he
turned
round
towards
the
open
window
,
and
called
Mynheer
d'Asperen
.
