The captain first, with a sudden swerve in his walk towards the companion, and not even looking once towards his wife and his wife's father.

Those two got up and moved towards the companion, the old gent very erect, his thin locks stirring gently about the nape of his neck, and carrying the rugs over his arm.
The girl who was Mrs.Anthony went down first.

The murky twilight had settled in deep shadow on her face.

She looked at Mr.Powell in passing.
He thought that she was very pale.

Cold perhaps.