But Gertrude put her hands behind her and made no motion to sit down.
"We are talking of you!" said Felix.
"I know it," she answered.

"That 's why I came." And she fastened her eyes on her father, who returned her gaze very fixedly.

In his own cold blue eyes there was a kind of pleading, reasoning light.
"It is better you should be present," said Mr.Wentworth.

"We are discussing your future." "Why discuss it ?" asked Gertrude.

"Leave it to me." "That is, to me!" cried Felix.
"I leave it, in the last resort, to a greater wisdom than ours," said the old man.
Felix rubbed his forehead gently.