At the first blush of the thing, at the first sound of the address which he had made to her, she had been angry with him.

He had disappointed her, and she was indignant.

But her anger had already melted and turned itself to ruth.

She could not but love him better, in that he had loved her so well; but yet she could not love him with the love which he desired.
But he did not leave her.

When he had gone from her down the hill the distance that has been named, he turned back, and came up to her slowly.