When he saw how ill his face matched it he ridiculed himself.

Often when Tommy was feeling that now at last the ladies must come to heel, he saw his face suddenly in a mirror, and all the spirit went out of him.

But still he clung to his velvet jacket.
I see him in it, stalking through the terrible dances, a heroic figure at last.

He shuddered every time he found himself on one leg; he got sternly into everybody's way; he was the butt of the little noodle of an instructor.

All the social tortures he endured grimly, in the hope that at last the cork would come out.