you seem to be up in the clouds.

You've been awfully down in the mouth--all through dinner.

Won't you tell me?
Is anything the matter ?' Bridget turned and looked at him.

Her eyes were softly glistening, her lips trembled.

He thought of her as of a child seeking sympathy in a strange land, where nobody understood her and somebody had been unkind.
He was intensely stirred by her impulsive appeal.
'Oh! I'm worried.