She opened the door, passed through it, and closed it behind her.
Going to that man, after she had repelled his advances, in my presence! Going to the enemy against whom she had warned me, after I had first been persuaded to leave her! Angry thoughts these--and surely thoughts unworthy of me?
If it had been the case of another man I should have said he was jealous.

Jealous of the miller's daughter--in my position?
Absurd! contemptible! But I was still in such a vile temper that I determined to let Cristel know she had been discovered.

Taking one of my visiting cards, I wrote on it: "I came back for my stick, and saw you go to him." After I had pinned this spiteful little message to the door, so that she might see it when she returned, I suffered a disappointment.

I was not half so well satisfied with myself as I had anticipated..