That is my aim, and I want you to be my helper in this work." "And I tell you that I shall oppose you by all the means in my power, paltry though my power may be." Her eyes were flashing and she made a little automatic motion with her hands, as if sweeping something away from before her.

He had become pale and there was a light in his eyes.

He felt angry at this girl who had shown herself ready to argue with him,--in her girlish fashion, of course,--and who, after listening to his incontrovertible arguments, fell back resolutely upon a platitude, and considered that she had got the better of him.
She had got the better of him, too; that was the worst of it; his object in going to her, in arguing with her, was to induce her to promise to marry him, and he had failed.
It was on this account he was angry.

He might have had a certain consciousness of succeeding as a theologian, but he had undoubtedly failed as a lover.

He was angry.