He was afraid to go out, for he knew that popular feeling was, in the main, against him.

Dark times for the household gods! At last, one starless, cloudy night, having heard of the murder verdict, he stole away.
His faithful servant and friend, John Swartwout, went with him, and a small barge lay waiting for him on the Hudson just below his Richmond Hill estate, with a discreet crew.

They rowed all night, and at breakfast time, he turned up at the country place of Commodore Truxton, at Perth Amboy.
Haggard and worn, he greeted his friend the Commodore with all his usual _sang-froid_, and suggested nonchalantly that he had "spent the night on the water, and a dish of coffee would not come amiss!" He never went back to Richmond Hill to live again, though he later returned to New York and dwelt there for many years.

He went, for a time, to Theo in the South, fearing arrest, but as a matter of fact, verdict or no verdict, the matter of Hamilton's death was never followed up.

Burr came calmly back to the Capitol and finished his term as Vice-president.