Mckenna

Most likely the letter was doomed simply to lie in a box without consequences. But what matter; I’m sure she would keep it all her life as a treasure, as her pride and justification, and now, at such a moment, she remembered the letter and brought it out to take naive pride before me, to restore herself in my eyes, so that I, too, should see, and I, too, should praise. I said nothing, pressed her hand, and walked out.

dostoyevski, notes from underground, 106