Turning on all the lights, he looked at himself in the mirror, trying to find in his own face the qualities that made him see clearer than the great crowd of people, that made him decide firmly, and able to influence and follow his own will.

There was little in his life now that he would have changed.

...

Oxford might have been a bigger field.
Silently he admired himself.

How conveniently well he looked, and how well a dinner coat became him.