He saw the meaning of the whole situation from Detricand's stand-point, but he was wise enough from his own stand-point to keep it to himself; and so both of them reserved something, she from no motive that she knew, he from an ulterior one.

He was angry too: angry at Detricand, angry at Guida for her very innocence, and because she had caught and held even the slight line of association Detricand had thrown.
In any case, Detricand was going to-morrow, and to-day-to-day should decide all between Guida and himself.

Used to bold moves, in this affair of love he was living up to his custom; and the encounter with Detricand here added the last touch to his resolution, nerved him to follow his strong impulse to set all upon one hazard.

A month ago he had told Guida that he loved her; to-day there should be a still more daring venture.
A thing not captured by a forlorn hope seemed not worth having.

The girl had seized his emotions from the first moment, and had held them.