But he resented those words bitterly. They rung in his ears; and
he was proud of the sense of justice which made him go on in
every kindness he could offer to her parents. He exulted in the
power he showed in compelling himself to face her, whenever he
could think of any action which might give her father or mother
pleasure. He thought that he disliked seeing one who had
mortified him so keenly; but he was mistaken. It was a stinging
pleasure to be in the room with her, and feel her presence. But
he was no great analyser of his own motives, and was mistaken as
I have said.