Early on the morning of the 17th Dundee and Balcarres had waited on the King.  None were with him but some gentlemen of his bedchamber.  Balcarres told him that he had orders from his colleagues to promise that, if the King would give the word, an army of twenty thousand men should be ready within four-and-twenty hours.  “My lord,” replied James, “I know you to be my friend, sincere and honourable:  the men who sent you are not so, and I expect nothing from them.”  It was a fine morning, and he said he should like a walk.  Balcarres and Dundee attended him into the Mall.  When they had got there the King asked them, how came they still to be with him when all the world had forsaken him for the Prince of Orange?  Both answered that their fidelity to so good a master would be ever the same, and that they had nothing to do with the Prince of Orange.  “Will you two,” then asked the King, “say you have still attachment to me?” “Sir,” was the answer, “we do.”  “Will you give me your hands upon it as men of honour?” They did so.  “Well,” said the King, “I see you are the men I always took you to be; you shall know all my intentions.  I can no longer remain here but as a cypher, or to be a prisoner to the Prince of Orange, and you know there is but a small distance between the prisons and the graves of kings.  Therefore I go for France immediately; when there you shall have my instructions—­you, Lord Balcarres, shall have a commission to manage my civil affairs, and you, Lord Dundee, to command my troops in Scotland.”

They then parted.  On the next morning, the morning of the 18th, in dark and rainy weather, the royal barge was ready at Whitehall stairs, under an escort of boats filled with Dutch soldiers.  Halifax, with his colleagues from Windsor, attended the King to the water-side.  Dumbarton, Arran, and a few others followed him down the river, and stayed by him during the few painful days he lingered at Rochester.  At dawn of the 23rd James left England for ever.

Dundee stayed on in London.  His regiment had been disbanded, and the rest of the Scottish forces, after a spirited but futile attempt to take matters into their own hands, had settled quietly down under their new colonels, some of the most doubtful ones being sent out of harm’s way to Holland.  Dunmore had thrown up his command, and his dragoons were now in the charge of Sir Thomas Livingstone.  Schomberg was placed, to their intense disgust, at the head of Dumbarton’s infantry, once James’s favourite regiment.  Some of his old troopers, however, still kept by the captain whom they had known as Claverhouse.