There were none.

What excuse could I make for my singular intrusion?
Would it be believed if I swore that I had been unaware of the character of my surroundings?
Would I be suspected of being a kleptomaniac?
In the intensity of my mortification I madly followed the first impulse which moved me.

This was to dive under the bed.
I had no more than taken refuge in this curious hiding-place, than I regretted the foolish act; to be discovered there would be infamy and disgrace too deep for words.

I would have crawled out at the last second, but it was too late; I heard the girls in the room, and was forced to try and keep still as a mouse, though my heart thumped so I was certain they must hear it.
"Where do you suppose he has gone ?" asked one.
"Goodness knows," answered Hetty.

"I have looked in the gentlemen's room--he's not there.