He displeased me extremely.
At the first glance I saw that he was a filthy debauche.

I was jealous of him, even before he had seen my wife.

But, strange thing! some occult fatal power kept me from repulsing him and sending him away, and, on the contrary, induced me to suffer this approach.

What could have been simpler than to talk with him a few minutes, and then dismiss him coldly without introducing him to my wife?
But no, as if on purpose, I turned the conversation upon his skill as a violinist, and he answered that, contrary to what I had heard, he now played the violin more than formerly.

He remembered that I used to play.