Amyas looked anxiously into his brother's face.

It was changed, indeed, since they last met.

The brilliant red was still on either cheek, but the white had become dull and opaque; the lips were pale, the features sharpened; the eyes glittered with unnatural fire: and when Frank told Amyas that he looked aged, Amyas could not help thinking that the remark was far more true of the speaker himself.
Trying to shut his eyes to the palpable truth, he went on with his chat, asking the names of one building after another.
"And so this is old Father Thames, with his bank of palaces ?" "Yes.

His banks are stately enough; yet, you see, he cannot stay to look at them.

He hurries down to the sea; and the sea into the ocean; and the ocean Westward-ho, forever.