"Surely a modest girl would not act as she does." "Surely a modest girl would," replied Aunt Dorothy, testily.

"Malcolm, you know nothing of women." "Spoken with truth," thought I.
The old lady continued: "Modesty and love have nothing whatever to do with each other.

When love comes in at the door, modesty flies out at the window.

I do pity my niece with all my heart, and in good truth I wish I could help her, though of course I would not have her know my feeling.

I feign severity toward her, but I do not hesitate to tell you that I am greatly interested in her romance.