Its efficacy had been such that his wrath had been turned into tenderness.

He had been so changed in his purpose, that he had been induced to make an appeal to his father at the cost of his father's enmity.

But that appeal had been in vain, and, as he thought of it all, he told himself that on the appointed day Marie Bromar would become the wife of Adrian Urmand.

He knew well enough that a girl betrothed is a girl already half married.
He was very wretched as he drove his horse along.

Though there was a solace in the thought that the memory of him had still remained in Marie's heart, there was a feeling akin to despair in this also.
His very tenderness towards her was more unendurable than would have been his wrath.