He realized the significance of what his visitor was saying.

Ever Since Zoe had gone, Jean Jacques had been for ever on the move, for ever making hay on which the sun did not shine.
Jean Jacques' face these days was lined and changeful.

It looked unstable and tired--as though disturbing forces were working up to the surface out of control.

The brown eyes, too, were far more restless than they had ever been since the Antoine was wrecked, and their owner returned with Carmen to the Manor Cartier.

But the new restlessness of the eyes was different from the old.