Nothing more romantic could she possibly have imagined.
"I thought of them in spite of myself as I drove across the moor, and I could scarcely express to you how angry I was at Maria.

It seemed to me that she had brutally imposed on you only because she had known she might impose on a woman with such a pair of eyes.

I was angry and sentimental at one and the same time.

And to find you sitting by the wayside, absolutely worn out with fatigue and in tears, moved me really more than I had anticipated being moved.

And when you mistook my meaning and stood up, your nice eyes looking into mine in such ingenuous appeal and fear and trouble, I have never forgotten it, my dear, and I never shall." His mood of sentiment did not sit easily upon him, but it meant a real and interesting quite human thing.
Emily sat alone in the room and brooded over it as a mother might brood over a new-born child.