Laurence was already up and out of bed, walking towards the window and grabbing whatever clothing he could find as he went. Unfortunately, it was Granby's clothing which meant it fit abominably, but at least he was covered, if not entirely decent, by the time he reached the window.

"Good Lord. John, you must come and see," Laurence called, though his excitement was tempered with a fair amount of unease. Most of Great Britain thought him a traitor still. What would happen when his presence was discovered?