"But your husband, Frau Maria, and mine--I was talking with him on the way here--will make every effort to prevent it.

The two Seigneurs of Nordwyk are of their opinion, so perhaps the commissioner will be out-voted." "May God grant it!" cried the resolute voice of Wilhelm's mother.

"By to-morrow or the day after, not even a cat will be allowed to leave the gates, and my husband says we must begin to save provisions at once." "Five hundred more consumers in the city, to lessen our children's morsels; that would be fine business!" cried Frau de Haes, throwing herself back in her chair so violently, that it creaked, and beating her knees with her hands.
"And they are Englishmen, Frau Margret, Englishmen," said the Receiver-General's wife.

"They don't eat, they don't consume, they devour.

We supply our troops; but Herr von Nordwyk--I mean the younger one, who has been at the Queen's court as the Prince's ambassador, told my Wilhelm what a British glutton can gobble.