"I don't think I can promise that, father.

I am excited already." Mr.Wentworth was silent a while; they all were silent, as if in recognition of something audacious and portentous.
"I think they had better go to the other house," said Charlotte, quietly.
"I shall keep them in the other house," Mr.Wentworth subjoined, more pregnantly.
Gertrude turned away; then she looked across at Robert Acton.

Her cousin Robert was a great friend of hers; she often looked at him this way instead of saying things.

Her glance on this occasion, however, struck him as a substitute for a larger volume of diffident utterance than usual, inviting him to observe, among other things, the inefficiency of her father's design--if design it was--for diminishing, in the interest of quiet nerves, their occasions of contact with their foreign relatives.

But Acton immediately complimented Mr.Wentworth upon his liberality.