"But I find it very painful." "I don't see what else I can say," said Gertrude.
Mr.Brand walked beside her for a while in silence; Gertrude wished he would go away.

"He is certainly very accomplished.

But I think I ought to advise you." "To advise me ?" "I think I know your nature." "I think you don't," said Gertrude, with a soft laugh.
"You make yourself out worse than you are--to please him," Mr.Brand said, gently.
"Worse--to please him?
What do you mean ?" asked Gertrude, stopping.
Mr.Brand stopped also, and with the same soft straight-forwardness, "He does n't care for the things you care for--the great questions of life." Gertrude, with her eyes on his, shook her head.

"I don't care for the great questions of life.

They are much beyond me." "There was a time when you did n't say that," said Mr.Brand.
"Oh," rejoined Gertrude, "I think you made me talk a great deal of nonsense.