He was more deeply hurt than he had ever been in his life before, and his face showed it.

Kitty and Tony, hesitating in the hall, saw it, and their eyes filled with tears.
"Throw it away, will you ?" he said in a choked voice, holding out the unfortunate basket to Kitty.
Kitty, knowing how she would have felt under similar circumstances, took it without looking at him; instinctive delicacy told her not to.
"Father didn't mean it," she whispered consolingly.

"You will come down and have some supper when you have changed, won't you ?" They were not a demonstrative family; in fact, any lavishly expressed sympathy or affection would have embarrassed them; but they understood each other, and most of them possessed in a marked degree the power of expressing both feelings without a word being spoken.
Dan understood Kitty, but it was too soon to be consoled yet.

"No," he said bitterly, "I have had supper enough, thank you," and hurried away very fast.
It really did seem as if Kitty was not to reach the Supper-table that night.

Telling Tony to go in and begin his meal, she flew off with the basket, and, heedless of anything but Dan's request, was just about to fling it away--fish, basket, and all--when she paused.