When the sack came off her head, she was in her little cabin with two men: a brute and an angel. The brute was a thick-set boer, who had managed the gunny sack and borne most of her weight. He was immediately dismissed and sent out by the angel: a blond Dutch gentleman, so beautiful that Eliza was more inclined to be jealous of, than attracted to, him. 'Arnold Joost van Keppel,' he explained curtly, 'page to the Prince of Orange.' He was looking at Eliza with the same coolness as she was showing him – obviously he had little interest in women. And yet rumor had it that William kept an English mistress – so perhaps he was the sort who could love anything.