Healers and Regenerators Rhoda had spoken to Miss Cursiter.

Nobody ever knew what she said to her, but the next day Miss Cursiter's secretary had the pleasure to inform Miss Quincey that she would have leave of absence for three months, and that her place would be kept for her.
Miss Quincey had become a person of importance.

Old Martha fumbled about, unnaturally attentive, even Mrs.Moon acknowledged Juliana's right to be ill if her foolish mind were set on it.

There was nothing active or spontaneous in the Old Lady's dislike of her niece, it was simply a habit she had got.
An agreeable sense of her dignity stole in on the little woman of no account.

She knew and everybody knew that hers was no vulgar illness.
It was brain exhaustion; altogether a noble and transcendental affair; Miss Quincey was a victim of the intellectual life.