is it modesty?

late at night, as i house sit for the lovely owner's of bradley and floyd- i watch the box that can draw ANYONE into a state of idleness...

i read vanity fair years ago, identifying with the dear ms. crawley...for a one reason- she is an underdog...you know i love them...so the fair reece w. is the lady who brings this character to the forefront...i marvel at the lovely language...the words are so few, and polite- doused with a flare of intentional clandestineness...is it modesty? or brilliance? or the art of somewhat saying what you wish without actually saying it? i might be developing intentional clandestineness envy...