Then she fell at Cissy's feet.
"You, who have been so good already—grant my last prayer," she faltered.
Cissy looked down in silent inquiry at the haggard face.
"Do not tell Mrs. Fitzgerald of this story until I am gone out of her house forever. I love her and the darling children; they have been good to me, and I could not bear their reproaches. I will go now and pack my trunk, and send for it later. Let me steal out of the house, like the wretched outcast I am, before you tell them my miserable story."
"Your wish is granted," answered Cissy, huskily.
She went away then to her own room and sat a while in earnest thought.
Then she went to Miss Erroll's door and tapped softly.
It was opened by the governess, who had made such speed that her hat and cloak were already on and her trunk strapped.
"You are going now?" asked Cissy.
"Yes."