e held her breath, for he was talking to himself. First
he murmured softly: "Heavy, too heavy," and then: "If I can only bear
it."

When she awoke next morning, he had already left the room and gone to the
town-hall. At noon he returned home, saying that the Spaniards had taken
the Hague and been hailed with delight by the pitiful adherents of the
king. Fortunately, the well-disposed citizens and Beggars had had time to
escape to Delft, for brave Nicolas Ruichhaver had held the foe in check
for a time at Geestburg. The west was still open, and the newly-fortified
fort of Valkenburg, garrisoned by the English soldiers, would not be so
easy to storm. On the east, other British auxiliaries were posted at
Alfen in the Spaniards' rear.

The burgomaster told all this unasked, but did not speak as freely and
naturally as when conversing with men. While talking, he often looked
into his plate and hesitated. It seemed as if he were obliged to impose a
certain restraint upon himself, in order to speak before women, servants,
and children, of matters he was in the habit of discussing only with men
of his own position. Maria listened attentively, but maintained a modest
reserve, urging him only by loving looks and sympathizing exclamations,
while Barbara boldly asked one question after another.

The meal was approaching an end, when Junker von Warmond entered
unannounced, and requested the burgomaster to accompany him at once, for
Colonel Chester was standing before the White Gate with a portion of his
troops, asking admittance to the city.

At these tidings, Peter dashed his mug of beer angrily on the table,
sprang from his seat, and left the room before the nobleman.

During the late hours of the afternoon, the Van der Werff house was
crowded with people. The gossips came to talk over with Barbara the
events occurring at the White Gate. Burgomaster Van Swieten's wife had
heard from her own husband, that the Englishmen, without making any
resistance, had surrendered the beautiful new fort of Valkenburg and
taken to their heels, at the mere sight of the Spaniards. The enemy had
marched out from Haarlem through the downs above Nordwyk, and it would
have been an easy matter for the Britons to hold the strong position.

"Fine aid such helpers give!" cried Barbara indignantly. "Let Queen
Elizabeth keep the men on her island for herself, and send us the women."

"Yet they are real sons of Anak, and bear themselves like trim soldie