His pride kept him chained in his seat.

Outwardly he maintained his composure, but inwardly his brain seemed throbbing, whirling, bursting.

What an idiot he had been! He understood now why his letter had never been answered.

Betty loved Miller, a man who hated him, a man who would leave no stone unturned to destroy even a little liking which she might have felt for him.

Once again Miller had crossed his path and worsted him.