All that was slightly grotesque in his outer man, the broad flat head, the red hair, the sharp wedge-like chin, disappeared for Constance in the single impression of his eyes--pale blue, intensely melancholy, and most human.
"Take up some occupation--some study--" he said to her gently.

"You won't be long here; but still, ask us for what we can give.

In Oxford one must learn something--or teach something.

If not, life here goes sour." Constance repeated Sorell's promise to teach her Greek.
"Excellent!" said the Master.

"You will be envied.