He did not dare to go till then.
Thinking over the scene of the morning, he scarcely dared go at all.

She had not offered her hand; she had expressed no pleasure, either by look or word, at meeting him again.

He had forced her to say, "Come": she could do no less when he had just interfered to save her insult, and had begged the boon.
"Insult!" his arm ached to strike another blow, as he remembered the sentence it had cut short.

Of course the fellow had been drinking, but outrage of her was intolerable, whatever madness prompted it.

The very sun must shine more brightly, and the wind blow softly, when she passed by.