The lack of expression on his face, so different from when I had watched him unseen, was enhanced by the unblinking, staring eyes.

It was not a pleasant face to look upon.
"And none so poor, not even Hump, to do him reverence," he sneered.
The sneer was wholly in his voice.

His face remained expressionless as ever.
"How do you do, Miss Brewster," he said suddenly, after a pause.
I started.

She had made no noise whatever, had not even moved.

Could it be that some glimmer of vision remained to him?
or that his vision was coming back?
"How do you do, Captain Larsen," she answered.