"He doesn't know how wonderful she is!" he thought.
"And she doesn't care whether he does or not.

And that explains--" But he saw in a moment that it didn't explain anything.

It only made the mystery deeper.
"And now, Benis, that we are alone--" began Aunt Caroline....
We may safely leave out several pages here.

If you realize Aunt Caroline at all, you will see that at least so much self-expression is necessary before anyone else can expect a chance.

Time enough to pick up the thread again when the inevitable has happened and her exhausted vocabulary is replaced by tears.
"Not that I care at all for my own feelings," wept Aunt Caroline.
"There are others to think of.