All the puzzling over what was right and wrong seemed no longer necessary.

Without knowing why, she knew that it had become imperative to get some good advice and get it at once.

If she had been disturbed and uneasy before, she was frightened now.

Something must be done, if not for Mary's sake at least for the sake of the honoured name she bore, and for Jane's sake! "Mother doesn't seem to _know_ when a thing is wrong any more!" was the burden of the girl's thought as she hurried upstairs.
She knew where the prescription was kept--in a little drawer of her father's old desk, a drawer supposed to be secret.

To-morrow Mary would take it away with her.