Poussin had been directed to offer to the Lords Justices explanations similar to those with which Torcy had attempted to appease Manchester.  A memorial was accordingly drawn up and presented to Vernon; but Vernon refused to look at it.  Soon a courier arrived from Loo with the letter in which William directed his vicegerents to send the French agent out of the kingdom.  An officer of the royal household was charged with the execution of the order.  He repaired to Poussin’s lodgings; but Poussin was not at home; he was supping at the Blue Posts, a tavern much frequented by Jacobites, the very tavern indeed at which Charnock and his gang had breakfasted on the day fixed for the murderous ambuscade of Turnham Green.  To this house the messenger went; and there he found Poussin at table with three of the most virulent Tory members of the House of Commons, Tredenham, who returned himself for Saint Mawes; Hammond, who had been sent to Parliament by the high churchmen of the University of Cambridge; and Davenant, who had recently, at Poussin’s suggestion, been rewarded by Lewis for some savage invectives against the Whigs with a diamond ring worth three thousand pistoles.  This supper party was, during some weeks, the chief topic of conversation.  The exultation of the Whigs was boundless.  These then were the true English patriots, the men who could not endure a foreigner, the men who would not suffer His Majesty to bestow a moderate reward on the foreigners who had stormed Athlone, and turned the flank of the Celtic army at Aghrim.  It now appeared they could be on excellent terms with a foreigner, provided only that he was the emissary of a tyrant hostile to the liberty, the independence, and the religion of their country.  The Tories, vexed and abashed, heartily wished that, on that unlucky day, their friends had been supping somewhere else.  Even the bronze of Davenant’s forehead was not proof to the general reproach.  He defended himself by pretending that Poussin, with whom he had passed whole days, who had corrected his scurrilous pamphlets, and who had paid him his shameful wages, was a stranger to him, and that the meeting at the Blue Posts was purely accidental.  If his word was doubted, he was willing to repeat his assertion on oath.  The public, however, which had formed a very correct notion of his character, thought that his word was worth as much as his oath, and that his oath was worth nothing.

Meanwhile the arrival of William was impatiently expected.  From Loo he had gone to Breda, where he had passed some time in reviewing his troops, and in conferring with Marlborough and Heinsius.  He had hoped to be in England early in October.  But adverse winds detained him three weeks at the Hague.  At length, in the afternoon of the fourth of November, it was known in London that he had landed early that morning at Margate.  Great preparations were made for welcoming him to his capital on the following day, the thirteenth anniversary of his landing in Devonshire.