It stirred his pulses like a draught of champagne.
Then his eyes returned to the rink, and almost immediately singled out the best skater there.

A man in a white sweater, dark, handsome, magnificently made, supremely sure of himself, darted with the swift grace of a swallow through the throng.

His absolute confidence and splendid physique made him conspicuous.

He executed elaborate figures with such perfect ease and certainty of movement that many turned to look at him in astonished admiration.
"Great Scott!" said a cracked voice at Scott's shoulder.
He turned sharply, and met the frank regard of a rosy-faced schoolboy a little shorter than himself.
"Look at that bloomin' swell!" said the new-comer in tones of deep disgust.

"He seems to have sprouted in the night.