"It 's a most interesting nature." "So it is," said Felix.

"But it pulls--it pulls--like a runaway horse.
Now I like the feeling of a runaway horse; and if I am thrown out of the vehicle it is no great matter.

But if you should be thrown, Mr.
Brand"-- and Felix paused a moment--"another person also would suffer from the accident." "What other person ?" "Charlotte Wentworth!" Mr.Brand looked at Felix for a moment sidewise, mistrustfully; then his eyes slowly wandered over the ceiling.

Felix was sure he was secretly struck with the romance of the situation.

"I think this is none of our business," the young minister murmured.
"None of mine, perhaps; but surely yours!" Mr.Brand lingered still, looking at the ceiling; there was evidently something he wanted to say.