"It makes me feel gloomy." Mr.Wentworth glanced at his son, and taking note of these words, wondered if Felix had been teaching him, according to the programme he had sketched out, to make love to the wife of a German prince.
Charlotte came in late with Mr.Brand; but Gertrude, to whom, at least, Felix had taught something, looked in vain, in her face, for the traces of a guilty passion.

Mr.Brand sat down by Gertrude, and she presently asked him why they had not crossed the pond to join Felix and herself.
"It is cruel of you to ask me that," he answered, very softly.

He had a large morsel of cake before him; but he fingered it without eating it.
"I sometimes think you are growing cruel," he added.
Gertrude said nothing; she was afraid to speak.

There was a kind of rage in her heart; she felt as if she could easily persuade herself that she was persecuted.

She said to herself that it was quite right that she should not allow him to make her believe she was wrong.