Dr.Yearsley ran from the study and the servants from the kitchen, and very soon they had raised her and laid her on the couch.

But none of the restoratives they applied were of any avail, and presently they carried her upstairs and laid her on her bed.
But before that had happened, Betty, terrified almost out of her senses by the result of her indiscretion, had flown--flown out of the room and out of the house.
"Oh, what have I done! what have I done!" she moaned.

"Father didn't want her to know, and Kitty didn't want her to, and now I have told her and it has killed her.

I am sure I have killed her.

And father is away, and Kitty--oh, what can I do?
I can never go home any more.
P'r'aps if I'm lost they'll be sorry and will forgive me," and Betty ran on, nearly frantic with fear, and weeping at the pathetic picture of her own disappearance.
The next morning Kitty, on her way from the music-room, where she had been practising before breakfast, saw the morning's letters lying on the hall table, and amongst them one directed to herself in Betty's hand.
Without waiting to have it given to her in the usual way, she picked it up, and, little dreaming of the news it held, opened it at once.
"Dear Kitty," she read, "I have run away for ever, and I am never going home any more.