He felt reproved, but was not prepared to acknowledge that he had merited it.
"You're very generous of your voice!" exclaimed he, resentfully.

"It's your fault, not mine, that it's agreeable.

You're not so kind as your tone is." "I don't mean to be unkind," said she, more gently, looking down.

"You don't seem to see the difference between unkindness and--what I said." "What is the difference ?" demanded he, taking her up.
Sophie paused a few moments, compassionating this great, willful boy, and wondering what she could do for him.

He had saved her father's life, thereby imperilling his own, and disabling himself, and she could not but admire and thank him for it.