Mrs.Sharp looked anxiously in the place where Tina kept her hat and cloak; they were not there, so that she had had at least the presence of mind to put them on.

Still the good woman felt greatly alarmed, and hastened away to tell Mr.Gilfil, who, she knew, was in his study.
'Mr.Gilfil,' she said, as soon as she had closed the door behind her, 'my mind misgives me dreadful about Miss Sarti.' 'What is it ?' said poor Maynard, with a horrible fear that Caterina had betrayed something about the dagger.
'She's not in her room, an' her bed's not been slept in this night, an' her hat an' cloak's gone.' For a minute or two Mr.Gilfil was unable to speak.

He felt sure the worst had come: Caterina had destroyed herself.

The strong man suddenly looked so ill and helpless that Mrs.Sharp began to be frightened at the effect of her abruptness.
'O, sir, I'm grieved to my heart to shock you so; but I didn't know who else to go to.' 'No, no, you were quite right.' He gathered some strength from his very despair.

It was all over, and he had nothing now to do but to suffer and to help the suffering.