He turned very white, but he made no opposition; had even enough of his wits about him--or something better than wits--to stop Mrs.Jones from rushing up in alarm and indignation to arouse Miss Leaf.
"No; she'll know it quite soon enough .-- Let her sleep till morning.
Elizabeth, look here." He wrote upon a card the address of the place he was to be taken to.

"Give Aunt Hilary this.

Say if she can think of a way to get me out of this horrid mess; but I don't deserve--Never mind.

Come on, you fellows." He pulled his hat over his eyes, jumped into the cab, and was gone.
The whole thing had not occupied five minutes.
Stupefied, Elizabeth stood and considered what was best to be done.
Miss Hilary must be told; but how to get at her in the middle of the night, thereby leaving her mistress to the mercy of Mrs.Jones.

It would never do.