remember that she had some warrant to resent anybody's instinctively looking like an Arab whenever she herself or her mother or father was in sight. For upon this double testimony he realized that he must indeed admit having worn an Arabian expression at such times, and he found himself thinking a little more tolerantly—almost with favour—of Olivia. She was ill-tempered, rather evidently because of some grief or rebellion within herself; but she had made no pretense of liking him, and at least had not told him he looked like a Kabyle or dragged any senile British generals around after her while she was his guest upon a motor trip. "Besides," he added to himself, as a final explanation of his more severe present hurt, "I never did care for her!"
In this there appeared to be an implication that at some time in the past he had cared for Mme. Momoro.
