George was as jealous as ever, and was unable to conceal his feelings, which, as he had now no right to criticise her conduct, so angered the girl that she not unfrequently gave encouragement to others solely to show her indifference to his opinions.
George Lechmere had indeed gone away with anger in his heart.

He knew that Captain Mallett was on the point of leaving with his regiment for India, and yet to see him chatting familiarly with Martha excited in him a passionate feeling of grievance against her.
"It matters nought who it is," he muttered to himself.

"She is ever ready to carry on with anyone, while she can hardly give me a civil word when I call.

I know that if we were to marry it would be just the same thing, and that I am a fool to stop here and let it vex me.

It would be better for me to get right out of it.