"Why did you never tell me this before ?" "It is disagreeable to me to speak of it even now.

I wished simply to explain to you about Charlotte." "You don't wish to marry Mr.Brand, then ?" "No," said Gertrude, gravely.
"And does your father wish it ?" "Very much." "And you don't like him--you have refused him ?" "I don't wish to marry him." "Your father and sister think you ought to, eh ?" "It is a long story," said Gertrude.

"They think there are good reasons.
I can't explain it.

They think I have obligations, and that I have encouraged him." Felix smiled at her, as if she had been telling him an amusing story about some one else.

"I can't tell you how this interests me," he said.
"Now you don't recognize these reasons--these obligations ?" "I am not sure; it is not easy." And she picked up her parasol and turned away, as if to descend the slope.
"Tell me this," Felix went on, going with her: "are you likely to give in--to let them persuade you ?" Gertrude looked at him with the serious face that she had constantly worn, in opposition to his almost eager smile.