Many would say that you were willing to be kidnapped, and the court hussies would rejoice at your downfall." Frances and George saw the force of my argument, and we agreed to act accordingly, George, of course, having little to do in the premises save to remain hidden.
In a few minutes Pickering brought us a coach, and Frances and I drove to Temple Bar, where I dismissed the coach and walked with my cousin to her father's house.
I went in with Frances, and we aroused Sir Richard to tell him of his daughter's experience, and of the plan of action agreed upon, though we did not mention the king's name, leading Sir Richard to believe that we did not know the guilty persons.
Sir Richard and Sarah readily agreed that secrecy was our only means of saving Frances from ruinous publicity.

Sarah especially grasped the point and cleared the situation of all cloud by suggesting:-- "My sister has been here ever since yesterday noon, as my father, John Churchill, and I will testify." That was a very long speech for Sarah, but it was a helpful one.

I, too, might add my testimony and thus furnish enough evidence to convince any reasonable person that Frances had not been kidnapped, but had remained safe and well in her father's house through all this terrible night.
Just as soon as our plans were completed, I left my uncle's house and took another coach for Charing Cross, dismissed the coach, ran down to Whitehall, and climbed over the balcony to my closet, glad to find myself once more at home.

I did not permit myself to sleep, but rose at the usual hours and was at my post ready for duty when the others arrived.
I soon learned that the king had been away from the palace all night, having left in a coach near the hour of five the preceding afternoon, so that he must have been not far ahead of George, Betty, and me on the way to Merlin House.

When I learned that he was away, and that I would not be needed that morning at the Wardrobe, I went to seek Frances.
Before ten o'clock, the hour at which the maids assembled to greet the duchess in her closet, Frances was on hand, looking pale, and explaining that she had been ill at her father's house over night.
Near the hour of four that afternoon, while I was looking out the window, I saw a coach approach from the direction of Charing Cross, and seemed to know that the king was in it.