He had visualized them as pools of slumbering flame--the idea O'Connor had given him--and they were the opposite of that.

Their one emotion seemed to be the emotion roused by an overwhelming, questioning curiosity.

They were apparently not regarding him as a dying human being, but as a creature immensely interesting to look upon.

In place of the gratitude he had anticipated, they were filled with a great, wondering interrogation, and there was not the slightest hint of embarrassment in their gaze.
For a space it seemed to Kent that he saw nothing but those wonderful, dispassionate eyes looking at him.

Then he saw the rest of her--her amazing hair, her pale, exquisite face, the slimness and beauty of her as she stood with her back to the door, one hand still resting on the latch.