Miss Quincey listened patiently to this explanation; she was more indulgent, less persistent than before.
Under that veil of illusion she herself had become communicative.

She went up and down between the classes and poured out her soul as to an audience all interest, all sympathy.

There was a certain monotony about her conversation since the epoch of her illness.

It was, "Oh yes, I am quite well now, thank you.

Dr.Cautley is so very clever.