Lloyd might make overtures to Russell, and Bulkeley to Godolphin.

But all the agents of the banished Court stood aloof from the traitor of Salisbury.

That shameful night seemed to have for ever separated the perjured deserter from the Prince whom he had ruined.
James had, even in the last extremity, when his army was in full retreat, when his whole kingdom had risen against him, declared that he would never pardon Churchill, never, never.

By all the Jacobites the name of Churchill was held in peculiar abhorrence; and, in the prose and verse which came forth daily from their secret presses, a precedence in infamy, among all the many traitors of the age, was assigned to him.

In the order of things which had sprung from the Revolution, he was one of the great men of England, high in the state, high in the army.