"Well, then Modeste is gay.

Oh! she is not gay to your sight; you cannot catch these gradations; they are too delicate for eyes that see only the outside of nature.

Her gaiety is betrayed to me by the tones of her voice, by certain accents which I alone can catch and understand.

Modeste then, instead of sitting still and thoughtful, gives vent to a wild, inward activity by impulsive movements,--in short, she is happy.

There is a grace, a charm in the very ideas she utters.