y is determined not to see her. Just think!--they might have had
nearly a month together, and she cut it down to five days!

('Dear Herbert, say anything you like, and the sweeter the better!)

'Yours,

'CICELY.'

CHAPTER XVII

'Well--what news?' said Farrell abruptly. For Cicely had come into his
library with a letter in her hand. The library was a fine
eighteenth-century room still preserved intact amid the general
appropriation of the big house by the hospital, and when he was not busy
in his office, it was his place of refuge.

Cicely perched herself on the edge of his writing-table.

'Hester has brought her to Rydal all right,' she said cheerfully.

'How is she?'

'As you might expect. But Hester says she talks of nothing but going to
work. She has absolutely set her heart upon it, and there is no moving
her.'

'It is, of course, an absurdity,' said Farrell, frowning.

'Absurdity or not, she means to do it, and Hester begs that nobody will
try to persuade her against it. She has promised Hester to stay with her
for three weeks, and then she has already made her arrangements.'

'What is she going to do?'

'She is going to a hospital near Manchester. They want a V.A.D.
housemaid.'

Farrell rose impatiently, and stretching out his hand for his pipe,
began to pace the room, steeped evidently in disagreeable reflection.

'You know as well as I do'--he said at last--that she hasn't the
physical strength for it.'

'Well then she'll break down, and we can put her to bed. But try she
will, and I entirely approve of it,' said Cicely firmly. 'Hard physical
work--till you drop--till you're so tired, you must go to sleep--that's
the only thing when you're as miserable as poor Nelly. You know it is,
Will. Don't you remember that poor Mrs. Henessy whose son died here? Her
letters to me afterwards used to be all about scrubbing. If she could
scrub from morning till night, she could just get along. She scrubbed
herself sane again. The bigger the floor, the better she liked it. When
bedtime came, she just slept like a log. And at last she got all right.
But it was touch-and-go when she left here.'

'She was a powerfully-built woman,' said Farrell gloomily.

'Oh, well, it isn't always the strapping ones that come through. Anyway,
old boy, I'm afraid you can't do anything to alter it.'

She looked at him a little askance. It was perfectly understood between
them that Cicely was more or less acquainted w