her tongue only made the loquacity of her face the more noticeable.
The next thing Gabriel did was to make a mistake.
"Perhaps you don't like the rudeness of my reprimanding you, for I know it is rudeness; but I thought it would do good."
She instantly replied sarcastically,—
"On the contrary, my opinion of you is so low, that I see in your abuse the praise of discerning people."
"I am glad you don't mind it, for I said it honestly, and with every serious meaning."
"I see. But, unfortunately, when you try not to speak in jest you are amusing—just as when you wish to avoid seriousness you sometimes say a sensible word."
It was a hard hit, but Bathsheba had unmistakably lost her temper, and on that account Gabriel had never in his life kept his own better. He said nothing. She then broke out,—
"I may ask, I suppose, where in particular my unworthiness lies? In my not marrying you, perhaps!"
"Not by any means," said Gabriel quietly. "I have long given up thinking of that matter."
"Or wishing it, I suppose," she said; and it was apparent that she expected an unhesitating denial of this supposition.
