Yet Dorothy's manner did not seem bold.
Even to me it appeared modest, beautiful, and necessary.

She seemed to act under compulsion.

She would laugh, for the purpose, no doubt, of showing her dimples and her teeth, and would lean her head to one side pigeon-wise to display her eyes to the best advantage, and then would she shyly glance toward Sir John to see if he was watching her.

It was shameless, but it could not be helped by Dorothy nor any one else.

After a few moments of mute pleading by the girl, broken now and then by, "Please, please," I said:-- "If you give to me your promise that you will never speak of this matter to any person, I will tell you the gentleman's name.