Those compassionate attentions, those smiling condescensions, were torture to Caterina, who was constantly tempted to repulse them with anger.

She thought, 'Perhaps Anthony has told her to be kind to poor Tina.' This was an insult.

He ought to have known that the mere presence of Miss Assher was painful to her, that Miss Assher's smiles scorched her, that Miss Assher's kind words were like poison stings inflaming her to madness.

And he--Anthony -- he was evidently repenting of the tenderness he had been betrayed into that morning in the drawing-room.

He was cold and distant and civil to her, to ward off Beatrice's suspicions, and Beatrice could be so gracious now, because she was sure of Anthony's entire devotion.