This was not the first occasion, nor yet the last.
Directly she could slip away from her guests Mrs.Fyne ran upstairs.
"I found her in the night nursery crouching on the floor, her head resting on the cot of the youngest of my girls.

The eldest was sitting up in bed looking at her across the room." Only a nightlight was burning there.

Mrs.Fyne raised her up, took her over to Mr.Fyne's little dressing-room on the other side of the landing, to a fire by which she could dry herself, and left her there.

She had to go back to her guests.
A most disagreeable surprise it must have been to the Fynes.

Afterwards they both went up and interviewed the girl.