Towards nightfall all was ready for Clement's start on his journey towards the coast.
"Madame had declined seeing any of us since my lord's stormy interview with her.

She sent word that she was fatigued, and desired repose.

But, of course, before Clement set off, he was bound to wish her farewell, and to ask for her blessing.

In order to avoid an agitating conversation between mother and son, my lord and I resolved to be present at the interview.

Clement was already in his travelling-dress, that of a Norman fisherman, which Monkshaven had, with infinite trouble, discovered in the possession of one of the emigres who thronged London, and who had made his escape from the shores of France in this disguise.