"I saw," he wrote to Portland the next day, "faces an ell long.

I saw some of those men change colour with vexation twenty times while I was speaking." [566] A few hours after the prorogation, a hundred and fifty Tory members of Parliament had a parting dinner together at the Apollo Tavern in Fleet Street, before they set out for their counties.

They were in better temper with William than they had been since his father in law had been turned out of Whitehall.

They had scarcely recovered from the joyful surprise with which they had heard it announced from the throne that the session was at an end.

The recollection of their danger and the sense of their deliverance were still fresh.