He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar.

Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it.
"Let's go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him.
"That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine.

"Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace ?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence.
"Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure ?" he asked.
Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile.
"He says he doesn't mind what we think of him," she remarked.

"He says we don't care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed.
"I don't intend to pity you, Mr.Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly.

"When a paper's a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate.
"D'you think that's all about my paper ?" Rodney inquired, after a moment's attention, with a distinct brightening of expression.
"Of course it is," said Mary.