He talked gaily away, without pausing for a reply; while Ruth made tea, and tried to calm her heart, which was yet beating with the agitation of the new ideas she had received from the occurrence of the morning.
Luckily for her, the only answers required for some time were mono-syllables; but those few words were uttered in so depressed and mournful a tone, that at last they struck Mr Bellingham with surprise and displeasure, as the condition of mind they unconsciously implied did not harmonise with his own.
"Ruth, what is the matter this morning?
You really are very provoking.

Yesterday, when everything was gloomy, and you might have been aware that I was out of spirits, I heard nothing but expressions of delight; to-day, when every creature under heaven is rejoicing, you look most deplorable and woe-begone.

You really should learn to have a little sympathy." The tears fell quickly down Ruth's cheeks, but she did not speak.
She could not put into words the sense she was just beginning to entertain of the estimation in which she was henceforward to be held.
She thought he would be as much grieved as she was at what had taken place that morning; she fancied she should sink in his opinion if she told him how others regarded her; besides, it seemed ungenerous to dilate upon the suffering of which he was the cause.
"I will not," thought she, "embitter his life; I will try and be cheerful.

I must not think of myself so much.

If I can but make him happy, what need I care for chance speeches ?" Accordingly, she made every effort possible to be as light-hearted as he was; but, somehow, the moment she relaxed, thoughts would intrude, and wonders would force themselves upon her mind; so that altogether she was not the gay and bewitching companion Mr Bellingham had previously found her.
They sauntered out for a walk.