She moved forward to meet him, radiant and splendid, he thought, beyond imagination.

The rustle of her draperies, the faint scent that hung around her, and the glitter of the stones on her throat, bewildered him.
It was not till after he had been presented to his commander that he was able to take his eyes off her.

Then, in spite of his embarrassment, he experienced surprise and disappointment.

He had formed no clear idea of what he expected Captain Quinn to be like, but he had a vague mental picture of a furiously-moustachioed swashbuckler, a man of immense power and hirsute hands.

Instead, there stood before him a slim, small man, clean shaved, with shiny black hair smoothly brushed.