He knew himself to be a better man when she was with him than at other moments of his life.

And then he loved her.

He was thinking of her hourly, though his impatience to see her was not as hers to be with him.

He loved her.

But yet--yet-- what if she should be deceiving him?
To be able to deceive others, but never to be deceived himself, was to him, unconsciously, the glory which he desired.