He felt poor, unimportant, ill at ease. In especial, he felt greatly
subordinated; he wished that he might have capitulated to a man. Then the
mystery of handsome houses and of handsome furnishings came to harass him.
Such things were everywhere: how were they got, how were they kept? Should
he himself ever----? But no; nothing ahead for years, even in the most
favorable of circumstances, save an assistant professorship, with its
inconceivably modest emoluments....
And Medora Phillips, in the stir of getting her guests out of the house,
had her first vision of him as sinking off to sleep. Somehow or other his
fine, straight yellow hair retained its backward sweep with no impairment
by reason of turnings and tossings; his clear profile continued to keep
itself disengaged from any depression in the pillows; his slender hands
were laid in quiet symmetry over the wide edge of the down-turned coverlet.
A decorous, unperturbed young old-master ... Van Eyck ... Carpaccio....
Cope came down to breakfast a little pale, a little shamefaced; but he felt
pretty well revived and he made up in excess of speech and action what he
essentially lacked in spirit.
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