It is my opinion, for instance, that he wrote his book in order to make a beginning with the ladies.
That as it may be, at all events he is on the right side of the wall now, and here is even Grizel looking wistfully at him.

Had she admired him for something he was not (and a good many of them did that) he would have been ill satisfied.

He wanted her to think him splendid because he was splendid, and the more he reflected the more clearly he saw that he had done a big thing.

How many men would have had the courage to wrick their foot as he had done?
(He shivered when he thought of it.) And even of these Spartans how many would have let the reward slip through their fingers rather than wound the feelings of a girl?
These had not been his thoughts when he made confession; he had spoken on an impulse; but now that he could step out and have a look at himself, he saw that this made it a still bigger thing.

He was modestly pleased that he had not only got Grizel's admiration, but earned it, and he was very kind to her when next she came to see him.
No one could be more kind to them than he when they admired him.