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He was aware that his son-in-law, Cornelis van der Myle, had been invited to the banquet, and that he was wont to carry his wine discreetly. He therefore requested Nordlingen to proceed to Leyden that night and seek an interview with van der Myle without delay.
'Ja, Cornelis, said Peter. There can't be much difficulty about the beginning. But once we're among the beer-swillers I don't quite see our line. We're to find out about something that's going on in Turkey? When I was a boy the predikant used to preach about Turkey. I wish I was better educated and remembered whereabouts in the map it was.
A fierce controversy to which at a later period it will be necessary to call the reader's attention, because it is intimately connected with dark scenes afterwards to be enacted took place between the late ambassador and Cornelis van der Myle. Meantime Barneveld pursued the policy which he had marked out for the States-General in regard to France. Certainly it was a difficult problem.
Cornelis, free from all rivals, and forgiven long ago by his mother, who clung to him more and more now all her brood was scattered, waited and waited and waited for his parents' decease. But Catherine's shrewd word came true; ere she and her mate wore out, this worthy rusted away. At sixty-five he lay dying of old age in his mother's arms, a hale woman of eighty-six.
I had my trouble for nothing, for, as I heard afterwards, she sat in a dark corner where no one could see her. The chapel was full, and Martinelli pointed out several lords and ladies who were Catholics, and did not conceal their religion. When I got home I received a note from Madame Cornelis, saying that as it was Sunday and she could go out freely, she hoped I would let her come to dinner.
Peter, old man, the biggest job of your life is before you! Greenmantle Peter scarcely looked up from his breakfast. 'I'm willing, Dick, he said. 'But you mustn't ask me to be friends with Stumm. He makes my stomach cold, that one. For the first time he had stopped calling me 'Cornelis'. The day of make-believe was over for all of us.
Wishing to make her dine and sup with me, I was dressing myself, and preparing to proffer my request in such a way as to make a refusal impossible, when young Cornelis was announced. I received him smilingly, and thanked him for the first visit he had paid me in the course of six weeks. "Mamma hasn't allowed me to come. I have tried to do so a score of times without her leave.
But I had learned enough from the map to know that our road lay south-east, and I had marked this big river. 'Did you hope to pick me up? I asked. 'No, Cornelis. I thought you would be travelling in first-class carriages while I should be plodding on foot. I thought I might be in time for that. 'You're an old Trojan, Peter, I said; 'but go on.
Peter had opened his eyes and his mouth, and had got as far as 'Allemachtig', when I shut him up. 'Brandt, I said, 'Cornelis Brandt. That's my name now, and don't you forget it. Who is the captain here? Is it still old Sloggett? 'Ja, said Peter, pulling himself together. 'He was speaking about you yesterday. This was better and better.
She is only known as Miss Cornelis. She is a beauty, a perfect prodigy, she plays at sight on several instruments, dances like Terpsichore, speaks English, French, and Italian equally well in a word, she is really wonderful. She has a governess and a maid. Unfortunately, she is rather short for her age; she is eight."
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