The Recognitions - pg. 111

-Yes, she murmured, watching him cross the room toward her, with his head up. He paused to say something to Esteban, and came on, looking at the floor. A chill touched her shoulders, and was gone. When he sat down, she sat speaking quietly under the music, - How handsome you were just then.
-What do you mean? He paused, filling his glass.
- The way you were standing there, when you hit your heels on the floor, with your head up. Were you doing it on purpose, looking so arrogant?
-You ... make it sound theatrical.
-No, but that's it, it wasn't that, up on a stage, not just you being arrogant, not just your expression, it was ... you had the back of your head thrown back and kind of raised but still your face was up and open in ... I don't know, but not like you are sometimes now. She watched the glass shake slightly in his hand when he started to raise it, and he put it back on the table. -Wyatt, its ... sometimes when I come in and see you looking down looking so lonely and ... but just now, it was the whole man being arrogant, it was towering somehow, it was ... it had all the wonderful things about it, that moment, all the things that, I don't know ... but all the things we were taught that a man can be. He said nothing, and did not look up, but took out some cigarettes, - Heroic, she said quietly, watching him light a cigarette with his head down, and then in the same tone. -Could I have one too?