The King of France was no longer sending adventurers to capture theoutposts of England. He occasionally was rather, in despair, beginning to wind inagain the coil of disaster which had spun out through the helplessfingers of Neckar, Calonne, Brienne and the rest, and was in the end tobind his own arms for the guillotine.

The Isle of Jersey, like a scout upon the borders of a foeman's country,looked out over St. Michael's Basin to those provinces where the war ofthe Vendee was soon to strike France from within, while England, andpresently all Europe, should strike her from without.