He had played highly, and he would lose highly, playing the game to the end, that to-morrow she might think of him highly.

Had she begun to think of him at all?
In the chamber of the inn at Angers he had fancied a change in her, an awakening to life and warmth, a shadow of turning to him.

It had pleased him to think so, at any rate.

It pleased him still to imagine--of this he was more confident--that in the time to come, when she was Tignonville's, she would think of him secretly and kindly.

She would remember him, and in her thoughts and in her memory he would grow to the heroic, even as the man she had chosen would shrink as she learned to know him.
It pleased him, that.