Kaffar, on the other hand, treated me very rudely.

He often sought to turn a laugh against me; he even greeted me with a sneer.

I took no notice of him, however--never replied to his insulting words; and this evidently maddened him.

The truth was, I was afraid lest there should be some design in Voltaire's apparent friendliness and Kaffar's evident desire to arouse enmity, and so I determined to be on my guard.
I was not so much surprised at my freedom from the influence he had exercised over me the day after I had placed myself under his power, and for a reason that was more than painful to me.

Miss Forrest avoided ever meeting me alone, never spoke to me save in monosyllables, and was cold and haughty to me at all times.