Gabriel, to whom her face was as the uncertain glory of an April day, was ever regardful of its faintest changes, and instantly discerned thereon the mark of some influence from without, in the form of a keenly self-conscious reddening.

He also turned and beheld Boldwood.
At once connecting these signs with the letter Boldwood had shown him, Gabriel suspected her of some coquettish procedure begun by that means, and carried on since, he knew not how.
Farmer Boldwood had read the pantomime denoting that they were aware of his presence, and the perception was as too much light turned upon his new sensibility.

He was still in the road, and by moving on he hoped that neither would recognize that he had originally intended to enter the field.

He passed by with an utter and overwhelming sensation of ignorance, shyness, and doubt.

Perhaps in her manner there were signs that she wished to see him--perhaps not--he could not read a woman.