But this sense of his own humiliation before the man he had unjustly despised made up only a small part of his misery.

He felt unutterably wretched now, for his passion for Anna, which had seemed to him of late to be growing cooler, now that he knew he had lost her forever, was stronger than ever it had been.

He had seen all of her in her illness, had come to know her very soul, and it seemed to him that he had never loved her till then.