They admired him as a thing, an animal trained especially for them, a prize bullock.

As a human being they disregarded him.

Nay, in the depth of their hearts they despised him.
Not one of them would have stood where he did.

He would have considered it--rightly--as degrading to his manhood.
The head of the school snapped his fingers impatiently and fussed up to the model-stand.

"What's the matter?
Tired already?
Take it easy for a minute, if you like." "No," said Paul, instinctively stiffening himself.