He never seemed to breathe, so still he was.

And how I admired him for that! My father was a very excitable man, his moods and tempers killed him when he was just over forty....

We have a proverb, 'In the still marshes there are devils,' and we admire and fear quiet men because they have something that we have not.

And I like the way that you watch us, Durward.

Your friend Trenchard does not watch us at all and one could be his friend.