Merton Gill listened amiably.

He was not greatly thrilled by an admiration which he had long believed to be his due.

Had he not always supposed that things of precisely this sort would be said about those stills when at last they came under the eyes of the right people?
Like the Montague girl, Baird was chiefly impressed with the Westerns.
He looked a long time at them, especially at the one where Merton's face was emotionally averted from his old pal, Pinto, at the moment of farewell.

Regarding Baird, as he stood holding this art study up to the light, Merton became aware for the first time that Baird suffered from some nervous affliction, a peculiar twitching of the lips, a trembling of the chin, which he had sometimes observed in senile persons.

All at once Baird seemed quite overcome by this infirmity.