This, in fact, was the grandest moment of his life; and it was natural that such a moment should contain opportunities of awkwardness for a large, stout, modest young man.
"Come in, sir," said Mr.Wentworth, with an angular wave of his hand.
"It is very proper that you should be present." "I know what you are talking about," Mr.Brand rejoined.

"I heard what your nephew said." "And he heard what you said!" exclaimed Felix, patting him again on the arm.
"I am not sure that I understood," said Mr.Wentworth, who had angularity in his voice as well as in his gestures.
Gertrude had been looking hard at her former suitor.

She had been puzzled, like her sister; but her imagination moved more quickly than Charlotte's.

"Mr.Brand asked you to let Felix take me away," she said to her father.
The young minister gave her a strange look.

"It is not because I don't want to see you any more," he declared, in a tone intended as it were for publicity.
"I should n't think you would want to see me any more," Gertrude answered, gently.
Mr.Wentworth stood staring.