When his Majesty came to _Penford Mill_, within two miles of _Mr. Whitgreaves_ house, his guides desired him to alight and goe on foot the rest of the way, for more security, the foot way being the more privat and the nearer, and at last they arriv'd at the place appointed by _Mr. Huddleston_, (which was a little grove of trees in a close of _Mr. Whitgreaves_ cal'd the Pit-leasow,) in order to his Majesties being privatly convey'd into _Mr. Whitgreaves_ house; William, Humphry, and George, returned with the horse, the other three attended his Majesty to the house; but his Majesty, being gon a little way, had forgot (it seems) to bid farewel to William and the rest, who were going back, so he cal'd to them and said, _My troubles make me forget myself, I thank you all_, and gave them his hand to kiss. The Lord Wilmot, in pursuance of his own appointment; came to the meeting place at his hour, where Mr. Whitgreave receiv'd him and conveyd him to his old chamber, but hearing nothing of the King at his prefixed time, gave occasion to suspect some misfortune might have befaln him, though the night was very dark and rainy, which might possibly be the occasion of so long stay; Mr. Whitgreave therefore leaves my Lord in his chamber, and goes to Pit-leasow, where Mr. Huddleston attended his Majesties coming, and about two hours after the time appointed his Majesty came, whom Mr. Whitgreave and Mr. Huddleston, convey'd, with much satisfaction into the house to my Lord, who expected him with great solicitude, and presently kneel'd down and embraced his Majesties knees, who kiss'd my Lord on the cheek, and ask'd him earnestly, _what is become of Buckingham, Cleveland, and others_? To which my Lord could give little satisfaction, but hop'd they were safe. My Lord (addressing himself to Mr. Whitgreave and Mr. Huddleston,) said, _though I have conceal'd my friends name all this while, now I must tell you, this is my master, your master, and the master of us all_; not knowing that they understood it was the King; Whereupon his Majesty was pleased to give his hand to Mr. Whitgreave and Mr. Huddleston to kiss, and told them he had receiv'd such an account from my Lord Wilmot of their fidelity, that he should never forget it; and presently ask'd Mr. Whitgreave, _where is your secret place?_ which being shew'd his Majesty, he was pleas'd therewith, and returning into my Lords chamber, sate down on the bed-side, where his nose fell a bleeding; and then puld out of his pocket a handkercher, suitable to the rest of his apparel, both course and dirty.