I never do so with my cousin." "I will speak to you again, when you are less excited," said Mr.Brand.
"I am always excited when you speak to me.

I must tell you that--even if it prevents you altogether, in future.

Your speaking to me irritates me.
With my cousin it is very different.

That seems quiet and natural." He looked at her, and then he looked away, with a kind of helpless distress, at the dusky garden and the faint summer stars.

After which, suddenly turning back, "Gertrude, Gertrude!" he softly groaned.