Some strong emotion shook him.
The expression, a combination of sadness and scorn, which commonly held possession of his eyes, went out of them, leaving them radiant.

"No," he said, "I will say nothing for you.

I would not for worlds spoil your plea; prevent her hearing, from your own mouth, what you have to say.

I will send her to you,"-- and, going to a door, gave the order to a servant, "Desire Miss Francesca to come to the parlor." Then, motioning Surrey to the room, he went away, buried in thought.
Standing in the parlor, for he was too restless to sit, he tried to plan how he should meet her; to think of a sentence which at the outset should disarm her indignation at being thus thrust upon him, and convey in some measure the thought of which his heart was full, without trespassing on her reserve, or telling her of the letter which he had read.

Then another fear seized him; it was two years since he had written,--two years since that painful and terrible scene had been enacted in the very room where he stood,--two years since she had confessed by deed and look that she loved him.