And I hate _you_!' And with these dreadful words he flung off her arm and rushed out of the room, banging the door after him--on purpose.
Well, she found him in the boot-cupboard, among the gaiters and goloshes and cricket-stumps and old rackets, and they kissed and cried and hugged each other, and he said he was sorry he had been naughty.

But in his heart that was the only thing he was sorry for.

He was sorry that he had made Helen unhappy.

He still hated 'that man,' and most of all he hated Lucy.
He had to be polite to that man.

His sister was very fond of that man, and this made Philip hate him still more, while at the same time it made him careful not to show how he hated him.