"I shouldn't know how to begin. I shouldn't indeed. I don't know what flirting means, and I don't know who does know. When young ladies and gentlemen go out, I suppose they are intended to talk to each other."
"But very often they don't, you know."
"I call that stupid," said Camilla. "And yet, when they do, all the old maids say that the girls are flirting. I'll tell you one thing, Mr. Burgess. I don't care what any old maid says about me. I always talk to people that I like, and if they choose to call me a flirt, they may. It's my opinion that still waters run the deepest."
"No doubt the noisy streams are very shallow," said Brooke.
"You may call me a shallow stream if you like, Mr. Burgess."
"I meant nothing of the kind."
"But what do you call Dorothy Stanbury? That's what I call still water. She runs deep enough."
"The quietest young lady I ever saw in my life."
"Exactly. So quiet, but so—clever. What do you think of Mr. Gibson?"
"Everybody is asking me what I think of Mr. Gibson."