"You may there find refuge until such time as you can go to France.

I will gladly furnish you money which you may repay at your pleasure, and I may soon be able to procure a passport for you." I thanked him, but said I did not see my way clear to accept his kind offer.
"You are unknown in the neighborhood of Rutland," he continued, "and you may easily remain incognito." Although his offer was greatly to my liking, I suggested several objections, chief among which was the distaste Lord Rutland might feel toward one of my name.

I would not, of course, consent that my identity should be concealed from him.

But to be brief--an almost impossible achievement for me, it seems--Sir John assured me of his father's welcome, and it was arranged between us that I should take my baptismal name, Francois de Lorraine, and passing for a French gentleman on a visit to England, should go to Rutland with my friend.

So it happened through the strange workings of fate that I found help and refuge under my enemy's roof-tree.
Kind old Lord Rutland welcomed me, as his son had foretold, and I was convinced ere I had passed an hour under his roof that the feud between him and Sir George was of the latter's brewing.
The happenings in Haddon Hall while I lived at Rutland I knew, of course, only by the mouth of others; but for convenience in telling I shall speak of them as if I had seen and heard all that took place.