It was the first time he had seen her weeping.

Hitherto her courage had kept her cold and defiant, else hot and full of reproofs.

This spectacle gave him concern.
His face took on a troubled frown.
"Come now, do not weep, my dear girl,--anything but that." "What, then, is it you would say ?" she demanded.

"It makes little difference to me where you are taking me." He threw open the coach door and extended a hand to aid her in alighting.

"Suppose we walk up from here," he said.