But he clearly knew, despite this confusion, that he was through with the girl.

He must take more pains to avoid her.

If met by chance, she must be snubbed-up-staged, as she would put it.
Under his blankets now, after many appealing close-ups of the sandwich which Jimmie had held out to him, he felt almost sorry that he had not taken the girl's food.

All his being, save that part consecrated to his art, had cried out for it.

Art, had triumphed, and now he was near to regretting that it had not been beaten down.