Felix was presumably following the bent of his disinterested genius, and she felt that she had no advice to give him that he would understand.

With this, there was always a certain element of comfort about Felix--the assurance that he would not interfere.

He was very delicate, this pure-minded Felix; in effect, he was her brother, and Madame Munster felt that there was a great propriety, every way, in that.

It is true that Felix was delicate; he was not fond of explanations with his sister; this was one of the very few things in the world about which he was uncomfortable.
But now he was not thinking of anything uncomfortable.
"Dear brother," said Eugenia at last, "do stop making les yeux doux at the rain." "With pleasure.

I will make them at you!" answered Felix.
"How much longer," asked Eugenia, in a moment, "do you propose to remain in this lovely spot ?" Felix stared.