I wish I could hope ever to see you again, but if Le Grand fails me, I shall go to the new world and lose myself in the Canadian woods." "No, no!" cried Frances, imploringly.
"I hope not," began George, but he could not finish, so he took Frances in his arms for a moment, and when he released her, thrust us both out the door, saying: "Please leave me at once.

If you do not, I fear I shall never let her go.

Take care of her, Ned.

Good-by!" The door closed on us, and when Frances had put on her vizard, she followed me upstairs to see Betty.
I was not admitted to Betty's room, so I went back to the printing shop for a moment, and George gave me the key to the cipher, in which we were to write to each other.

His letters were to be sent under cover to Lilly, and mine were to go to an address in Paris which George would send to me.
Long afterwards George told me of his adventures in making his escape, but I shall give them now in the order of their happening rather than in the order of time in which I learned them.
Leaving the Old Swan within ten minutes after I had said good-by to him, George crossed London Bridge, attired in his Quaker disguise, and made his way to Deptford, where he preached in the streets.