"The task has been painful to me." Dorothy went to her father and kissed him again, and Sir George departed.
When the door was closed, Lady Crawford breathed a great sigh and said: "I thank Heaven, Dorothy, he does not know that you have been out of your room.

How could you treat me so cruelly?
How could you deceive me ?" "That, Aunt Dorothy," replied the niece, "is because you are not old enough yet to be a match for a girl who is--who is in love." "Shame upon you, Dorothy!" said Lady Crawford.

"Shame upon you, to act as you did, and now to speak so plainly about being in love! Malcolm said you were not a modest girl, and I am beginning to believe him." "Did Malcolm speak so ill of me ?" asked Dorothy, turning toward me with a smile in her eyes.
"My lady aunt," said I, turning to Lady Crawford, "when did I say that Dorothy was an immodest girl ?" "You did not say it," the old lady admitted.

"Dorothy herself said it, and she proves her words to be true by speaking so boldly of her feelings toward this--this strange man.

And she speaks before Madge, too." "Perhaps Madge is in the same sort of trouble.