His profession of goodwill was insolence.
Caterina snatched away her hand and said indignantly, 'Leave me to myself, Captain Wybrow! I do not disturb you.' 'Caterina, why will you be so violent--so unjust to me?
It is for you that I feel anxious.

Miss Assher has already noticed how strange your behaviour is both to her and me, and it puts me into a very difficult position.

What can I say to her ?' 'Say ?' Caterina burst forth with intense bitterness, rising, and moving towards the door; 'say that I am a poor silly girl, and have fallen in love with you, and am jealous of her; but that you have never had any feeling but pity for me--you have never behaved with anything more than friendliness to me.

Tell her that, and she will think all the better of you.' Tina uttered this as the bitterest sarcasm her ideas would furnish her with, not having the faintest suspicion that the sarcasm derived any of its bitterness from truth.

Underneath all her sense of wrong, which was rather instinctive than reflective--underneath all the madness of her jealousy, and her ungovernable impulses of resentment and vindictiveness--underneath all this scorching passion there were still left some hidden crystal dews of trust, of self-reproof, of belief that Anthony was trying to do the right.