There had once been one--not long before--who, without winking, sent off five over five different signatures.

Perhaps these represented five different friends who had asked her--all women, just as perhaps now Mary and Cissy, or one or other of them, were wiring by deputy.

Sometimes she put in too much--too much of her own sense; sometimes she put in too little; and in either case this often came round to her afterwards, for she had an extraordinary way of keeping clues.

When she noticed she noticed; that was what it came to.

There were days and days, there were weeks sometimes, of vacancy.
This arose often from Mr.Buckton's devilish and successful subterfuges for keeping her at the sounder whenever it looked as if anything might arouse; the sounder, which it was equally his business to mind, being the innermost cell of captivity, a cage within the cage, fenced oft from the rest by a frame of ground glass.