Select the correct text in the passage.
Phillip and Dean had a good relationship in the past. Which sentence in the passage best supports this statement?
from May Day
by F. Scott Fitggerald
At nine o clock on the morning of the first of May. 1919. a youns
spoke to the room dlerk at the Biltmore Hotel, asking if Mr. Philip Dean
were registered there, and if 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 daridy handsome; his eyes were framed above wi./ unusually long eyelashes and below with the blue semicircle of ill health,
this latter effect heightened by an unnatural glow which colored his face like low, incessant fever.
Mr. Deany staying there. The young man was directed t telephone at the side.
After a second his connection was made; sleepy voice hello'd from somewhere above.
"Mr. Dean?' --this very eagerty--it's Gordon, Phil. It's Gordon Sterrett. I'm down-stairs. I heard you were in New York and I had hunch you'd
be here.*
The sleepy voice became gradually enthusiastic. Well, how was Gordy, old boy Well, he certainly was surprised and ticided! 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. *Tm taking couple of weeks off. If you'll sit down a sec I'li be right with you. Going to
take a shower.'
As he vanished into t bathroom his visitor's dark eyes roved nervously around the room, resting for moment on a great English travelling
bagi
corner and family of thick silk shirts littered on the chairs amid impressive neckties and soft woollen socks.
Gordon rose and, picking up one of the shirts, gave aminute examination. I t was of very heavy silk, yellow, with a pale blue stripe-and
there were nearly. dozen of them. He stared involuntanily at his own shirt-cuffs- -they were ragged and linty at edges and soiled to a faint
gray. Dropping the sik shirt, he held his coat-sleeves down and worked the frayed shirt-cuffs up 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 scattering vote in the
senior elections at college for being the best-dressed man in his class.