He valued praise from almost any source, though this was a hidden thirst.

Where he loved, there he valued good opinion most; but also he strongly desired that his enemies should think highly of him.

To be justly feared was one thing, to be contemned quite another.

Apparently Ludwell Cary neither feared nor contemned.

As, a few days before on the Justice's Bench, Rand had wondered if he were going to hate Cary, so now, lying in the quiet blue room, weakened by pain and loss of blood, softened by exquisite kindness, and touched by approbation, he wondered if he were going to like Cary.