He noticed the movement, placing his own interpretation on it.

Advancing closer, he asked anxiously if he had offended her.
"You don't know how your confidence touches me," she said, without looking up.

"You little think how keenly I feel your kindness." She checked herself abruptly.

Her fine tact warned her that she was speaking too warmly--that the expression of her gratitude might strike him as being strangely exaggerated.

She handed him her work-basket before he could speak again.
"Will you put it away for me ?" she asked, in her quieter tones.