Gertrude had turned a little pale, but she went on, “Mr. Brand wants it himself.”
Felix folded his arms and stood looking at her. “I see—I see,” he said quickly. “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?”