At the moment Rousseau only thought of getting back to Annecy and Madame de Warens.

"It is not," he says in words of profound warning, which many men have verified in those two or three hours before the tardy dawn that swell into huge purgatorial aeons,--"it is not when we have just done a bad action, that it torments us; it is when we recall it long after, for the memory of it can never be thrust out."[56] II.
When he made his way homewards again, he found to his surprise and dismay that his benefactress had left Annecy, and had gone for an indefinite time to Paris.

He never knew the secret of this sudden departure, for no man, he says, was ever so little curious as to the private affairs of his friends.

His heart, completely occupied with the present, filled its whole capacity and entire space with that, and except for past pleasures no empty corner was ever left for what was done with.[57] He says he was too young to take the desertion deeply to heart.

Where he found subsistence we do not know.