Is n't an artist supposed to be a man of perceptions?
I am hugely disgusted." "Well, you understand now, and we can start afresh." "And yet," said Roderick, "though you have suffered, in a degree, I don't believe you have suffered so much as some other men would have done." "Very likely not.

In such matters quantitative analysis is difficult." Roderick picked up his stick and stood looking at the ground.
"Nevertheless, I must have seemed hideous," he repeated--"hideous." He turned away, scowling, and Rowland offered no contradiction.
They were both silent for some time, and at last Roderick gave a heavy sigh and began to walk away.

"Where are you going ?" Rowland then asked.
"Oh, I don't care! To walk; you have given me something to think of." This seemed a salutary impulse, and yet Rowland felt a nameless perplexity.

"To have been so stupid damns me more than anything!" Roderick went on.

"Certainly, I can shut up shop now." Rowland felt in no smiling humor, and yet, in spite of himself, he could almost have smiled at the very consistency of the fellow.