He thought she needed not have run away as from something dangerous: why did she not pass him like any other servant of the house?
But what seemed to him like contempt did not hurt him.

He was too full of realities to be much affected by opinion however shown.

Besides, he had had his sorrow and had learned his lesson.

He was a poet--but one of the few without any weak longing after listening ears.

The poet whose poetry needs an audience, can be but little of a poet; neither can the poetry that is of no good to the man himself, be of much good to anybody else.