"Is n't this rather a change, sir ?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir." And Mr.Brand looked anywhere; only still not at Charlotte.
"Yes, sir," he repeated.

And he held his handkerchief a few moments to his lips.
"Where are our moral grounds ?" demanded Mr.Wentworth, who had always thought Mr.Brand would be just the thing for a younger daughter with a peculiar temperament.
"It is sometimes very moral to change, you know," suggested Felix.
Charlotte had softly left her sister's side.

She had edged gently toward her father, and now her hand found its way into his arm.

Mr.Wentworth had folded up the "Advertiser" into a surprisingly small compass, and, holding the roll with one hand, he earnestly clasped it with the other.
Mr.Brand was looking at him; and yet, though Charlotte was so near, his eyes failed to meet her own.

Gertrude watched her sister.
"It is better not to speak of change," said Mr.Brand.