"But en attendant the last resort, your father lacks confidence," he said to Gertrude.
"Have n't you confidence in Felix ?" Gertrude was frowning; there was something about her that her father and Charlotte had never seen.
Charlotte got up and came to her, as if to put her arm round her; but suddenly, she seemed afraid to touch her.
Mr.Wentworth, however, was not afraid.

"I have had more confidence in Felix than in you," he said.
"Yes, you have never had confidence in me--never, never! I don't know why." "Oh sister, sister!" murmured Charlotte.
"You have always needed advice," Mr.Wentworth declared.

"You have had a difficult temperament." "Why do you call it difficult?
It might have been easy, if you had allowed it.

You would n't let me be natural.

I don't know what you wanted to make of me.