No wonder that he had no appetite for cake, and that Miss Quincey had no appetite for conversation.

He tried to tempt her with bits of Browning, but she refused them all.

She had lost her interest in Browning.
He thought, "She is too tired to talk," and left half an hour sooner than he had intended.
She thought, "He is offended.

Or else--he thinks me flighty." And that was all..