They sat that evening on the portico in the summer dusk, and Master Alexander McLean, the schoolmaster, joined them, still regarding Robert and Tayoga as lads under his care, and soon including Grosvenor also.

But the talk was pleasant, and they were deep in it when a man passed in the street and a shadow fell upon them all.
It was Adrian Van Zoon, heavy, dressed richly as usual, and carrying a large cane, with a gold head.

To the casual eye he was a man of importance, aware of his dignity, and resolute in the maintenance of it.
He bowed with formal politeness to the group upon the portico, and walked majestically on.

Mynheer Jacobus watched him until he was out of sight, going presumably to his inn, and then his eyes began to search for another figure.

Presently it appeared, lank, long and tow-headed, the boy, Peter, of whom he had spoken.