If he was willing to encounter life in London on less than four hundred a year, surely she might be contented to try the same experiment.

He did not for a moment suspect that she feared for herself, but he was indignant with her because of her fear for him.

What right had she to accuse him of wanting to be comfortable?
Had he not for her sake consented to be very uncomfortable at that old house at Stratton?
Was he not willing to give up his fellowship, and the society of Lady Ongar, and everything else, for her sake?
Had he not shown himself to be such a lover as there is not one in a hundred?
And yet she wrote and told him that it wouldn't do for him to be poor and uncomfortable?
After all that lie had done in the world, after all that he had gone through, it would be odd if at this time of day, he did not know what was good for himself! It was in that way that he regarded Florence's pertinacity.
He was rather unhappy at this period.

It seemed to him that he was somewhat slighted on both sides--or, if I may say so, less thought of on both sides than he deserved.

Had Lady Ongar remained in town, as she ought to have done, he would have solaced himself, and at the same time have revenged himself upon Florence, by devoting some of his spare hours to that lady.