CHAPTER XXI.
THE DRANES AND THEIR QUARTERS In a small room at the back of Dr.Tolbridge's house there sat a young woman by the window, writing.

This was Cicely Drane; and although it was not yet ten days since Miss Panney broached her plan of the employment of Miss Drane as the doctor's secretary, or rather copyist, here she was, hard at work, and she had been for two days.
The window opened upon the garden, and in the beds were a great many bright and interesting flowers, but paying no heed to these, Cicely gave her whole attention to her task, which, indeed, was not an easy one.

With knitted brows she bent over the manuscript of the "Diagnosis of Sympathy," and having deciphered a line or two, she wrote the words in a fair hand on a broad sheet before her.

Then she returned to the study of the doctor's caligraphy, and copied a little more of it, but the proportion of the time she gave to the deciphering of the original manuscript to that occupied in writing the words in her own hand was about as ten is to one.

An hour had elapsed since she had begun to write on the page, which she had not yet filled.
Miss Cicely Drane was a small person, nearing her twenty-second year.