"What can I say, Miss Melmotte? Felix never tells me. He is my brother,--and of course I love you for loving him." This was almost more than Hetta meant; but she felt herself constrained to say some gracious word.

"What can I say, Miss Melmotte? Felix never tells me. He is my brother, and of course I love you for loving him." This was almost more than Hetta meant; but she felt obliged to say some gracious word.
