Alaric might have been forgiven, though he had taken his friend's money, distanced him in his office, though he had committed against him all offences which one friend can commit against another, all but this.

Norman had been proud of his love, and yet ashamed of it--proud of loving such a girl as Gertrude, and ashamed of being known to be in love at all.

He had confided his love to Alaric, and Alaric had robbed him of his love, and wounded both his pride and his shame.
Norman lacked the charity which should have been capable of forgiving even this.

He now looked at all Alaric's doings through a different glass from that which he had used when Alaric had been dear to him.

He saw, or thought that he saw, that his successful rival was false, ambitious, treacherous, and dishonest; he made no excuses for him, gave him no credit for his industry, accorded no admiration to his talent.