For although I have lived to call myself a Whig, I do not hold that the devil left England for good and all with the House of Stuart.
We were on the quay now, and the little ship lay ready for us.

A very light breeze blew off the land, enough to carry us over if it held, but promising a long passage; the weather was damp and misty.

M.Colbert had shrugged his shoulders over the prospect of a fog; his master would hear of no delay, and the King had sent for Thomas Lie, a famous pilot of the Cinque Ports, to go with us till the French coast should be sighted.

The two Kings were walking up and down together in eager and engrossed conversation.

Looking about, I perceived the figures of two women standing near the edge of the water.