I have a party of the last gentlemen alive on shore." The major's face worked with almost childish delight.
"But I shall be robbing you." "They cost me nothing, my dear sir.

I did very well, moreover, without them, for five-and-thirty years; and I may do equally well for five-and-thirty more." "I ought to be able to say the same, surely," answered the Major, composing his face again, and rising carefully.

"I have to thank you, exceedingly, my dear sir, for your prompt generosity: but it is better discipline for a man, in many ways, to find things for himself than to have them put into his hands.

So, with a thousand thanks, you shall let me see if I can dredge a Turbinolia for myself." This was spoken with so sweet and polished a modulation, and yet so sadly and severely withal, that Tom looked at the speaker with interest.
He was a very tall and powerful man, and would have been a very handsome man, both in face and figure, but for the high cheekbone, long neck, and narrow shoulders, so often seen north of Tweed.

His brow was very high and full; his eyes--grave, but very gentle, with large drooping eyelids -- were buried under shaggy grey eyebrows.