"Is that all? Thank God it is no worse!"
And now he unknit his black brows; looked down, smiling at me,
and stroked my hair, as if well pleased at seeing a danger averted.
"I think I may confess," he continued, "even although I should make you a little indignant, Jane,
and I have seen what a fire-spirit you can be when you are indignant.
You glowed in the cool moonlight last night, when you mutinied against fate, and claimed your rank as my equal.
Janet, by-the-bye, it was you who made me the offer."
"Of course I did. But to the point if you please, sir -- Miss Ingram?"
"Well, I feigned courtship of Miss Ingram,
because I wished to render you as madly in love with me as I was with you;
and I knew jealousy would be the best ally I could call in for the furtherance of that end."
"Excellent! Now you are small -- not one whit bigger than the end of my little finger.
It was a burning shame and a scandalous disgrace to act in that way.
Did you think nothing of Miss Ingram's feelings, sir?"