"Good morning, sir." "The mean Yankee!" exclaimed the Southerner, as he looked after him.
"If he were a gentleman he would have challenged me, and I should have met him like a gentleman; but one doesn't know what to do with such cursed Yankee preaching." He was in a very perturbed state of mind.

Rosabella had, in fact, made a much deeper impression on him than any other woman had ever made.
And now that he saw her the bright cynosure of all eyes, fresh fuel was heaped on the flickering flame of his expiring passion.

Her disdain piqued his vanity, while it produced the excitement of difficulties to be overcome.

He was exasperated beyond measure, that the beautiful woman who had depended solely upon him should now be surrounded by protectors.

And if he could regain no other power, he was strongly tempted to exert the power of annoyance.