The eyes interested him; they looked extraordinarily clear, but as if their owner kept hidden behind them a vast number of secrets as old as the universe.

The face was lined--good-looking, he thought, but the face of a man who was no novice in the school of life.

Peter felt he liked the Captain instinctively.

He carried breeding stamped on him, far more than, say, the Major with the eyeglass.

Peter wondered if they would meet again.
The siren sounded, and a bustle began as people put on their life-belts.
"All life-belts on, please," said a young officer continually, who, with a brassard on his arm, was going up and down among the chairs.