I did not find Frances at Sir Richard's house, so I hastened to Whitehall, where I learned that she had left shortly before noon, saying that she was going to spend the afternoon and night at home.

It was near the hour of three o'clock when I had started up the river, from the Old Swan, and a snowstorm was raging which became violent before I reached the palace.
While I was talking to one of the maids in the parlor of the duchess, a page came to me and whispered, "A lady is waiting for you at Holbein's Gate, and wishes you to go to her as soon as possible." I suspected that the lady was Frances, so I hastened to the gate and found, not my cousin, but Betty.

I knew her the moment I saw her, despite the fact that she wore a full vizard and a long cloak.

I also knew that nothing less than a matter of great urgency would have induced the girl to call for me at the palace.
The snow, which had been falling all day, was now coming in horizontal sheets, laden with sleet.

The wind was blowing half a gale, and the weather was turning bitterly cold, yet Betty had come to seek me, despite weather and modesty.