Select the correct text in the passage.
Gordon Sterrett is embarrassed by his appearance. Which sentence from the passage best supports this statement?
from May Day
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
At nine o clock on the morning of the first of May, 1919, a young man spoke to the room clerk at the Biltmore Hotel, asking if Mr. Philip
Dean were registered there, and f so, could he be connected with Mr. Dean's rooms. The inquirer was dressed in a well-cut, shabby suit. He
was small, slender, and darkly handsome; his eyes were framed above with unusually long eyelashes and below with the blue semicircle of ill
health, this latter effect heightened by an unnatural glow
colored his face like a low, incessant fever.
Mr. Dean was staying there. The young man was directed to a telephone at the side.
After a second his connection was made; a sleepy voice hello'd from somewhere above.
*Mc. Dean?"-
very eagerty-'it's Gordon, Phil. It's Gordon Sterrett. I'm down-stairs. I heard you were in New York and I had a hunch
you'd be here."
The sleepy voice became gradually enthusfastic. Well, how was Gordy, old boyf Well, he certainly was surprised and tickled! Would Gordy
come right up, for Pete's sake!
A few minutes later Philip Dean, dressed in blue silk pajamas, opened his door and the two young men greeted each other with a
half-embarrassed exuberance. They were both about twenty-four, Yale graduates of the year before the war; but there the resemblance
stopped abruptly. Dean was blond, ruddy, and rugged under his
thin pajamas. Everything about him radiated fitness and bodily comfort. He
smiled frequently, showing large and prominent teeth.
I was going to look you up," he cried enthusiastically. "I'm taking: couple of weeks off, If you'll sit down a sec I'll be right with you. Going to
take a shower."
As he vanished into the bathroom his visitor's dark eyes roved nervously around the room, resting for a moment on a great English
travelling bag i
corner and on a family of thick silk shirts littered
chairs amid impressive neckties and soft woollen socks,
Gordon rose and, picking up one of the shirts, gave it a minute examination. t was of very heavy silk, yellow, with a pale blue stripe-ani
there were nearly a dozen of them. He stared involuntarily at his own shirt-cuffs-th were ragged and linty at the edges and soiled to a faint
gray.
Dropping the silk shirt, he held his coat-sleeves down and worked the frayed shirt-cuffs up till they were out of sight. Then he went to
the mirror and looked at himself with listless, unhappy interest. His tie,
of former glory, was faded and thumb-creased-it served no longer to
hide the jagged buttonholes of his collar. He thought,
quite without amusement, that only three years before he had received a scattering
vote in the senior elections at college for being the best-dressed man i his class.