'It is better you should be present,' said Mr. Wentworth. 'We are discussing your future.'
'Why discuss it?' asked Gertrude. 'Leave it to me.'
'That is, to me!' cried Felix.
'I leave it, in the last resort, to a greater wisdom than ours,' said the old man.
Felix rubbed his forehead gently. 'But en attendant the last resort, your father lacks confidence,' he said to Gertrude.
'Have n't you confidence in Felix?' Gertrude was frowning; there was something about her that her father and Charlotte had never seen. Charlotte got up and came to her, as if to put her arm round her; but suddenly, she seemed afraid to touch her.
Mr. Wentworth, however, was not afraid. 'I have had more confidence in Felix than in you,' he said.
'Yes, you have never had confidence in me—never, never! I don't know why.'
'Oh sister, sister!' murmured Charlotte.
'You have always needed advice,' Mr. Wentworth declared. 'You have had a difficult temperament.'
'Why do you call it difficult? It might have been easy, if you had allowed it. You would n't let me be natural. I don't know what you wanted to make of me. Mr. Brand was the worst.'
Charlotte at last took hold of her sister. She laid her two hands upon Gertrude's arm. 'He cares so much for you,' she almost whispered.
Gertrude looked at her intently an instant; then kissed her. 'No, he does not,' she said.
'I have never seen you so passionate,' observed Mr. Wentworth, with an air of indignation mitigated by high principles.
'I am sorry if I offend you,' said Gertrude.
'You offend me, but I don't think you are sorry.'
'Yes, father, she is sorry,' said Charlotte.
'I would even go further, dear uncle,' Felix interposed. 'I would question whether she really offends you. How can she offend you?'
To this Mr. Wentworth made no immediate answer. Then, in a moment, 'She has not profited as we hoped.'
'Profited? Ah voila!' Felix exclaimed.
Gertrude was very pale; she stood looking down. 'I have told Felix I would go away with him,' she presently said.
'Ah, you have said some admirable things!' cried the young man.
'Go away, sister?' asked Charlotte.
'Away—away; to some strange country.'
'That is to frighten you,' said Felix, smiling at Charlotte.
'To—what do you call it?' asked Gertrude, turning an instant to Felix. 'To Bohemia.'
'Do you propose to dispense with preliminaries?' asked Mr. Wentworth, getting up.
'Dear uncle, vous plaisantez!' cried Felix. 'It seems to me that these are preliminaries.'
Gertrude turned to her father. 'I have profited,' she said. 'You wanted to form my character. Well, my character is formed—for my age. I know what I want; I have chosen. I am determined to marry this gentleman.'
'You had better consent, sir,' said Felix very gently.
'Yes, sir, you had better consent,' added a very different voice.
Charlotte gave a little jump, and the others turned to the direction from which it had come. It was the voice of Mr. Brand, who had stepped through the long window which stood open to the piazza. He stood patting his forehead with his pocket-handkerchief; he was very much flushed; his face wore a singular expression.
'Yes, sir, you had better consent,' Mr. Brand repeated, coming forward. 'I know what Miss Gertrude means.'
'My dear friend!' murmured Felix, laying his hand caressingly on the young minister's arm.
Mr. Brand looked at him; then at Mr. Wentworth; lastly at Gertrude. He did not look at Charlotte. But Charlotte's earnest eyes were fastened to his own countenance; they were asking an immense question of it. The answer to this question could not come all at once; but some of the elements of it were there. It was one of the elements of it that Mr. Brand was very red, that he held his head very high, that he had a bright, excited eye and an air of embarrassed boldness—the air of a man who has taken a resolve, in the execution of which he apprehends the failure, not of his moral, but of his personal, resources. Charlotte thought he looked very grand; and it is incontestable that Mr. Brand felt very grand. This, in fact, was the grandest moment of his life; and it was natural that such a moment should contain opportunities of awkwardness for a large, stout, modest young man.
'Come in, sir,' said Mr. Wentworth, with an angular wave of his hand. 'It is very proper that you should be present.'
'I know what you are talking about,' Mr. Brand rejoined. 'I heard what your nephew said.'
'And he heard what you said!' exclaimed Felix, patting him again on the arm.
