It was as between himself and you; it was a proof of independence.

He did believe you, more or less, and what you said fell in with his own impressions--strange impressions that they were, poor man! At the same time, as I say, he liked me, too; it was out of his liking me that all his trouble came! He caught himself in the act of listening to you too credulously--and that seemed to him unmanly and dishonorable.

The sensation brought with it a reaction, and to prove to himself that in such a matter he could be influenced by nobody, he marched away, an hour after he had talked with you, and, in the teeth of his perfect mistrust, confirmed by your account of my irregularities--heaven forgive you both!--again asked me to be his wife.
But he hoped I would refuse!" "Ah," cried Bernard, "the recreant! He deserved--he deserved--" "That I should accept him ?" Angela asked, smiling still.
Bernard was so much affected by this revelation, it seemed to him to make such a difference in his own responsibility and to lift such a weight off his conscience, that he broke out again into the liveliest ejaculations of relief.
"Oh, I don't care for anything, now, and I can do what I please! Gordon may hate me, and I shall be sorry for him; but it 's not my fault, and I owe him no reparation.

No, no; I am free!" "It 's only I who am not, I suppose," said Angela, "and the reparation must come from me! If he is unhappy, I must take the responsibility." "Ah yes, of course," said Bernard, kissing her.
"But why should he be unhappy ?" asked Angela.

"If I refused him, it was what he wanted." "He is hard to please," Bernard rejoined.