I had been struggling with tears for some time: I had taken great pains to repress them, because I knew he would not like to see me weep.

Now, however, I considered it well to let them flow as freely and as long as they liked.
If the flood annoyed him, so much the better.

So I gave way and cried heartily.
Soon I heard him earnestly entreating me to be composed.

I said I could not while he was in such a passion.
"But I am not angry, Jane: I only love you too well; and you had steeled your little pale face with such a resolute, frozen look, I could not endure it.

Hush, now, and wipe your eyes." His softened voice announced that he was subdued; so I, in my turn, became calm.