Perhaps you are right," said Aunt Dorothy.
"Then tell me, dear aunt, that I am not immodest and bold when I speak concerning that of which my heart is full to overflowing.

God put it there, aunt, not I.Surely I am not immodest by reason of His act." "No, no, my sweet child," returned Aunt Dorothy, beginning to weep softly.
"No, no, you are not immodest.

You are worth a thousand weak fools such as I was at your age." Poor Aunt Dorothy had been forced into a marriage which had wrecked her life.

Dorothy's words opened her aunt's eyes to the fact that the girl whom she so dearly loved was being thrust by Sir George into the same wretched fate through which she had dragged her own suffering heart for so many years.

From that hour she was Dorothy's ally.
"Good night, Malcolm," said Lady Crawford, offering me her hand.