She was startled at the change in his own, as well as deeply touched by what he said.

His dark cheeks had grown grey, and the tears that would not quite fall were like a glistening mist under the lids, and almost made him look sightless.

Indeed, he scarcely saw her distinctly.

His clasped hands trembled a little on the hilt of the sword he still held.
"How could I know ?" cried Dolores, suddenly kneeling down beside him.
"How could I guess?
You never let me see that you were fond of me--or I have been blind all these years--" "Hush, child!" he said.

"Do not hurt me any more--it must have been my fault." He grew more calm, and though his face was very grave and sad, the natural dark colour was slowly coming back to it now, and his hands were steady again.