It is indulgence.

You will allow your mind to dwell on nothing for a moment but your own wrongs." "What else have I that I can think of?
Is not all the world against me ?" "Am I against you ?" "Sometimes I think you are.

When you accuse me of self-indulgence you are against me,--me, who for myself have desired nothing but to be allowed to do my duty, and to have bread enough to keep me alive, and clothes enough to make me decent." "Is it not self-indulgence, this giving way to grief?
Who would know so well as you how to teach the lesson of endurance to others?
Come, love.

Lay down your hat.

It cannot be fitting that you should go out into the wet and cold of the raw morning." For a moment he hesitated, but as she raised her hand to take his cloak from him he drew back from her, and would not permit it.