I fully realized that the small amount of self-restraint and passivity she still retained would give way to disastrous activity when the time should come for her to part with George and lose him forever.

But I could see no way to save her unless I could induce George to leave England at once, for good and all.
At times the fates seem to fly to a man's help, and in this instance they came to me most graciously that same day in Whitehall, in the person of my friend the Count de Grammont.
Soon after leaving Frances in the maids' apartments, I met that most interesting gentleman roue, his Grace de Grammont, coming from the king's closet.

As already stated, he had been banished from the French court by Louis XIV because of a too great friendliness for one of the king's sweethearts, and was living in exile in London till Louis should forgive his interference.

The French king really liked De Grammont and trusted him when his Majesty's lady-loves were not concerned, so the count had been sent to England in honorable exile, and was employed in certain cases as a spy and in others as a means of secret communication between the French king and persons connected with the court of Charles II.
When De Grammont saw me, he came forward, holding out both hands in his effusive French manner, apparently overjoyed at finding a long-lost brother.
"Come with me, my dear baron," he cried, bending so close to me that I feared he was going to kiss me.

"Come with me! You are the very man of all the world I want, I need, I must have!" "You have me, my dear count," said I, "but I cannot go with you.