He used tones and phrases that he either had never used, or used no longer, with Phoebe.

He showed himself, in fact, intellectually at ease, expansive, and, at times, amazingly arrogant.

For instance, in discussing a paragraph about the Academy in the London letter of the _Westmoreland Gazette_, he fired up and paced the room, haranguing his listener in a loud, eager voice.

Of course she knew--every one knew--that all the best men and all the coming forces were now _outside the Academy_.
Millais, Leighton, Watts--spent talents, extinct volcanoes!--Tadema a marvellous mechanic, without ideas!--the landscape men, chaotic,--no standard anywhere, no style.

On the other hand, Burne-Jones and the Grosvenor Gallery group--ideas without drawing, without knowledge, feet and hands absurd, muscles anyhow.