She was still up.
"You are very late, Leigh." "Yes, but you will be able to sleep as long as you like tomorrow, as we are not going to start till next day, and are then going north instead of south.

Our paper has been changed for Paris, instead of Marseilles; and we are going to the house of a cousin of the man who gave me the pass, so we shall be safe so far; and ought to have no difficulty, whatever, in journeying from there either to Havre or one of the northern ports.

I will tell you all about it, tomorrow." They passed the next day quietly, and both felt better for the short rest.

In addition to the pass, the adjoint had given Leigh a note to his cousin.

It was unsealed, and read: "My dear Cousin, "The bearer of this is Monsieur Porson, and his sister, Madame Martin, of whom I wrote to you.