These royalists are in a ticklish position; I can tell her that.

She calls me De Riviere; that implies nobody without a 'De' to their name would have the presumption to visit her old tumble-down house.

Well, it is a lesson; I am a republican, and the Commonwealth trusts and honors me; yet I am so ungrateful as to go out of the way to be civil to her enemies, to royalists; as if those worn-out creatures had hearts, as if they could comprehend the struggle that took place in my mind between duty, and generosity to the fallen, before I could make the first overture to their acquaintance; as if they could understand the politeness of the heart, or anything nobler than curving and ducking and heartless etiquette.

This is the last notice I will ever take of that old woman, unless it is to denounce her." He walked home to the town very fast, his heart boiling, and his lips compressed, and his brow knitted.
To this mood succeeded a sullen and bitter one.

He was generous, but vain, and his love had humiliated him so bitterly, he resolved to tear it out of his heart.