He knew it was too late.
"Don't be angry with me, Grizel," he begged her, earnestly.

"I am so glad I was mistaken.

It made me miserable.

I have been a terrible blunderer, but I mean well; I misread your eyes." "My eyes ?" "They have always seemed to be watching me, and often there was such a wistful look in them--it reminded me of the past." "You thought I was still afraid of you! Say it," said Grizel, stamping her foot.

But he would not say it.