“Turn the tables on them. Then they will leave you alone. I will help you as far as I can.”

Gertrude’s heart began to beat; she was greatly excited; she had never had anything so interesting proposed to her before. Felix had begun to row again, and he now sent the boat home with long strokes. “I believe she does care for him!” said Gertrude, after they had disembarked.

“Of course she does, and we will marry them off. It will make them happy; it will make everyone happy. We shall have a wedding and I will write an epithalamium.”

“It seems as if it would make me happy,” said Gertrude.

“To get rid of Mr. Brand, eh? To recover your liberty?”

Gertrude walked on. “To see my sister married to so good a man.”

Felix gave his light laugh. “You always put things on those grounds; you will never say anything for yourself. You are all so afraid, here, of being selfish. I don’t think you know how,” he went on. “Let me show you! It will make me happy for myself, and for just the reverse of what I told you a while ago. After that, when I make love to you, you will have to think I mean it.”

“I shall never think you mean anything,” said Gertrude. “You are too fantastic.”

“Ah,” cried Felix, “that’s a license to say everything! Gertrude, I adore you!”

CHAPTER VIII

Charlotte and Mr. Brand had not returned when they reached the house; but the Baroness had come to tea, and Robert Acton also, who now regularly asked for a place at this generous repast or made his appearance later in the evening. Clifford Wentworth, with his juvenile growl, remarked upon it.

“You are always coming to tea nowadays, Robert,” he said. “I should think you had drunk enough tea in China.”

“Since when is Mr. Acton more frequent?” asked the Baroness.

“Since you came,” said Clifford. “It seems as if you were a kind of attraction.”

“I suppose I am a curiosity,” said the Baroness. “Give me time and I will make you a salon.”

“It would fall to pieces after you go!” exclaimed Acton.

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