She had not played fair.

He hated her.

All these years she had treated him as if he were a hero, and thought of him secretly as an infant, a foolish child.

Then why had she left the foolish child to his folly?
His heart was hard against her.
She sat full of bitterness.

She had known--oh, well she had known! All the time he was away from her she had summed him up, seen his littleness, his meanness, and his folly.