At the end of four days I heard some one come into Claudine’s room, and then a deep male voice.  My heart ceased to beat and I was about to faint away, when I recognized the voice of my faithful Joseph.  I opened the door and threw myself upon his breast, crying over and over: 

“O Joseph! dear Joseph!”

He pressed me to his bosom, giving me every sort of endearing name, and at length revealed to me the plan he had formed, to take me at once to Morainville under the name of Claudine Leroy.  He went out with Claudine to obtain a passport.  Thanks to God and good angels Claudine was small like me, had black hair and eyes like mine, and there was no trouble in arranging the passport.  We took the diligence, and as I was clothed in peasant dress, a suit of Claudine’s, I easily passed for her.

Joseph had the diligence stop beside the park gate, of which he had brought the key.  He wished to avoid the village.  We entered therefore by the park, and soon I was installed in the cottage of my adopted parents, and Joseph and his brothers said to every one that Claudine Leroy, appalled by the horrors being committed in Paris, had come for refuge to Morainville.

Then Joseph went back to Paris to try to save my father and my husband.  Bastien had already got himself engaged as an assistant in the prison.  But alas! all their efforts could effect nothing, and the only consolation that Joseph brought back to Morainville was that he had seen its lords on the fatal cart and had received my father’s last smile.  These frightful tidings failed to kill me; I lay a month between life and death, and Joseph, not to expose me to the recognition of the Morainville physician, went and brought one from Rouen.  The good care of mother Catharine was the best medicine for me, and I was cured to weep over my fate and my cruel losses.

It was at this juncture that for the first time I suspected that Joseph loved me.  His eyes followed me with a most touching expression; he paled and blushed when I spoke to him, and I divined the love which the poor fellow could not conceal.  It gave me pain to see how he loved me, and increased my wish to join my mother in England.  I knew she had need of me, and I had need of her.

Meanwhile a letter came to the address of father Guillaume.  It was a contrabandist vessel that brought it and of the first evening other to the address recognized the writing set me to sobbing all, my heart I began (Torn off and gone.) demanded of my father of saying that country well 56 added that Abner and I must come also, and that it was nonsense to wish to remain faithful to a lost cause.  She begged my father to go and draw her diamonds from the bank and to send them to her with at least a hundred thousand francs.  Oh! how I wept after seeing
                                                 letter!  Mother Catharine
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