My father is angry with me because of you, although he does not know who you are.

Is it not famous to have a lover in secret of whom nobody knows?
Father is angry with me, and as I told you in my letter, he keeps me a prisoner in my rooms.

Aunt Dorothy stands guard over me.

The dear, simple old soul! She told me, thinking I was Malcolm, that she was too old to be duped by a girl! Oh, it was too comical!" And she threw back her head and gave forth a peal of laughter that John was reluctantly compelled to silence.

"I would so delight to tell you of the scene when I was in Aunt Dorothy's room impersonating Malcolm; but I have so much else to say of more importance that I know I shall not tell the half.