Olenin felt this.

He felt sorry and ashamed of himself, and at the same time proud and pleased that he aroused even that feeling in her.
'Maryanka!' he said.

'Will you never take pity on me?
I can't tell you how I love you.' She moved still farther away.
'Just hear how the wine is speaking! ...

You'll get nothing from me!' 'No, it is not the wine.

Don't marry Lukashka.