The sight was shocking to Heyst; but he let nothing of it appear in his bearing, concealing his impression under that consummate good-society manner of his.

Polite attention, what's due from one gentleman listening to another, was what he showed; and, as usual, it was catching; so that Morrison pulled himself together and finished his narrative in a conversational tone, with a man-of-the-world air.
"It's a villainous plot.

Unluckily, one is helpless.

That scoundrel Cousinho--Andreas, you know--has been coveting the brig for years.
Naturally, I would never sell.

She is not only my livelihood; she's my life.