His passage disturbed those eyes no more than if he had been as immaterial as a ghost.

And this failure of his person in producing an impression affected him strangely.

Who could that old man be?
He was so curious that he even ventured to ask the pilot in a low voice.
The pilot turned out to be a good-natured specimen of his kind, condescending, sententious.

He had been down to his meals in the main cabin, and had something to impart.
"That?
Queer fish--eh?
Mrs.Anthony's father.

I've been introduced to him in the cabin at breakfast time.