"I gave it to him.

He had the civility to stay and take me out for a ride, instead of going to run down those poor pretty emus.

And that is his reward.

I pinned it into his coat for him." And out she went again.
Sam was very sulky, but he couldn't exactly say with whom.

With himself more than anybody, I believe.
"Like Cecil's consummate impudence!" was his first thought; but after he had gone to his room to dress, his better nature came to him, and before dinner came on he was his old self again, unhappy still, but not sulky, and determined to be just.
"What right have I to be angry, even suppose she does come to care more for him than for me?
What can be more likely?
He is more courtly, amusing, better-looking, they say, and certainly cleverer; oh, decidedly cleverer.