But having seen me the day before at St.Albans, he was unable to wait; therefore, he was at that moment on his way to Sundridge, hoping to see me.

He seemed confused and shy, but from what you say, I fear he was not." "Oh, yes, he was," I interrupted, in fine irony.

"George Hamilton is as shy and as modest as the devil himself." "I fear it is true," she answered smiling faintly and sighing.
I could see plainly that she did not look upon satanic modesty as a serious fault in itself, and I fear it is not objectionable to her sex.
It is the manner of brazenness more than the fact which is offensive.
George's modest-faced boldness was both alluring and dangerous.
As she progressed she grew eager in her narrative, and after two or three false starts, continued: "Then he said that Count Hamilton, our neighbor, was his brother.

I was silent for a moment, but presently was so foolish as to say that I had seen him at St.Albans and had asked a shopkeeper who he was.

You see I was confused.