He longed to be aboard ship again, with the Court of Inquiry to form part of his crew.
In all his fifty years of life he had never met such a collection of fools.

His hard blue eyes blazed as he thought of them, and the mouth hidden by his well-kept beard was set with anger.
Mr.Samson Wilks, his steward, who had been with him to London to give evidence, had had a time upon which he looked back in later years with much satisfaction at his powers of endurance.

He was with the captain, and yet not with him.

When they got out of the train at Sunwich he hesitated as to whether he should follow the captain or leave him.

His excuse for following was the bag, his reason for leaving the volcanic condition of its owner's temper, coupled with the fact that he appeared to be sublimely ignorant that the most devoted steward in the world was tagging faithfully along a yard or two in the rear.
The few passers-by glanced at the couple with interest.