The trifle of the wine was, of course, nothing; but it was open and marked recognition.

She expected that Felix (after his wont in former times, before love or marriage was thought of for Aurora) would have come upon this distinct invitation, and taken his stand behind her, after the custom.

But as he did not come, fresh guests and the duties of hospitality distracted her attention, and she again forgot him.
He was, indeed, more hurt than pleased with the favour that had been shown him; it seemed to him (though really prompted by the kindest feeling) like a bone cast at a dog.

He desired to be so regarded that no special mark of favour should be needed.

It simply increased his discontent.