Fierté

She made the tea, wondering whether it would be worse to use up what she knew was the last of his milk, and leave him without any, or not to use it, and insult his hospitality. She knew with her gran  the humiliation would have stung more, so she used it.

« ‘S good, » she said, sitting opposite him and sipping it gingerly.

Anne Perry A Christmas Promise Ballantine 2009