They were evidently having the best of good times, while she was horribly bored by Charlie Sloane, who talked unbrokenly on, and never, even by accident, said one thing that was worth listening to.

Anne gave an occasional absent "yes" or "no," and thought how beautiful Ruby had looked that night, how very goggly Charlie's eyes were in the moonlight--worse even than by daylight--and that the world, somehow, wasn't quite such a nice place as she had believed it to be earlier in the evening.
"I'm just tired out--that is what is the matter with me," she said, when she thankfully found herself alone in her own room.

And she honestly believed it was.

But a certain little gush of joy, as from some secret, unknown spring, bubbled up in her heart the next evening, when she saw Gilbert striding down through the Haunted Wood and crossing the old log bridge with that firm, quick step of his.

So Gilbert was not going to spend this last evening with Ruby Gillis after all! "You look tired, Anne," he said.
"I am tired, and, worse than that, I'm disgruntled.