I threw myself out of bed, got on my waistcoat and nightgown, and looked out of window; saw the reflection of the flame, but knew not where it was; ran to my wife's chamber with one stocking on and my breeches in my hand; would have broken open the door, which was bolted within, but could not.

My two eldest children were with her.

They rose, and ran towards the staircase, to raise the rest of the house.

There I saw it was my own house, all in a light blaze, and nothing but a door between the flame and the staircase.
I ran back to my wife, who by this time had got out of bed, naked, and opened the door.

I bade her fly for her life.
We had a little silver and some gold--about 20 pounds.
She would have stayed for it, but I pushed her out; got her and my two eldest children downstairs (where two of the servant were now got), and asked for the keys.