As the wind was unchanged, they therefore laid their course from Ushant for the Isle of Wight. Before they had been many hours out they saw an English brig of war, making toward them. They did not attempt to escape, but slightly changed their course so as to head for her. As the brig approached, they lowered their mainsail. The brig was thrown up into the wind, a couple of lengths away. "Send your boat on board!" the captain of the brig shouted. They had indeed already got the boat over the side. "You may as well come with me," Leigh said, as he stepped into her. "Monsieur Flambard will take care of Louis while you are away." Seeing that there was a woman in the boat, the brig lowered its accommodation ladder, and the captain was standing at the gangway. "We are English, sir," Leigh said. "The lugger is owned by my sister's husband, if he is alive. If not, I suppose it belongs to her. We are escaping from France, with two French friends. My brother-in-law was a Vendean, and has fought through the war. We were with him until, at the attack on Le Mans, we were separated. We hope to meet him at Poole. The vessel traded between that port and Nantes until the war broke out. Some members of the family are already established there, and our father is a magistrate, living within a couple of miles of the town." "I am sorry, madam, that I cannot offer you a passage; but I must not leave my cruising ground." "Thank you, sir. We are doing very well in the lugger. We intend to register her as a British vessel; and the crew, who are all Vendeans, will probably remain in our service until things settle down in France." "And were you through the war too, madam?" the captain asked Patsey. "Not through the whole of it," she replied. "Our chateau was burned down by the Republicans, and I was carried to the prison at Nantes; and should have been guillotined had not my husband and brother rescued me, when the Vendeans were attacking the town. I remained at the farmhouse, until the Vendeans could no longer maintain themselves in La Vendee and crossed the Loire; then I accompanied my husband." "Well, madam, I congratulate you heartily on your escape. We heard terrible tales, in England, of what is going on in France." "However terrible they are, they can hardly give you an idea of the truth. At Nantes, for instance, the guillotine is too slow; and hundreds of men, women, and children are put into boats, which are sunk in the middle of the river. It is too horrible to think of." "Is there anything that I can do for you, madam? Anything in the way of provisions with which we can supply you?" "No, thank you, we have everything that we can want." "Then I will detain you no further," he said, "and can only wish you a pleasant voyage. I see, by the course you are steering, that you are making for the Isle of Wight. You ought to be there tomorrow afternoon."