That downward glance condemns him in her eyes--to her it is but a token of his guilt towards her.
"They are _not_!" says she, with a little stamp of her foot that makes the professor jump.

"You think of me as a cruel, wicked, worldly girl, who would marry _anyone_ to gain position." Here her fury dies away.

It is overcome by something stronger.

She trembles, pales, and finally bursts into a passion of tears that have no anger in them, only an intense grief.
"I do not," says the professor, who is trembling too, but whose utterance is firm.

"Whatever my thoughts are, _your_ reading of them is entirely wrong." "Well, at all events you can't deny one thing," says she checking her sobs, and gazing at him again with undying enmity.