What is more changeful than the blue of the sky?
Today the far firmament looked opaque, an even, light blue, as if it were made of painted china.

The blue of Alec Trenholme's eyes was very much like the sky; sometimes it was deep and dark, sometimes it was a shadowy grey, sometimes it was hard and metallic.

A woman having to deal with him would probably have imagined that something of his inward mood was to be read in these changes; but, indeed, they were owing solely to those causes which change the face of the sky--degrees of light and the position of that light.

As for Bates, he did not even know that his companion had blue eyes; he only knew in a general way that he was a strong, good-looking fellow, whose figure, even under the bulgy shapes of multiplied garments, managed to give suggestion of that indefinite thing we call style.

He himself felt rather thinner, weaker, more rusty in knowledge of the world, more shapeless as to apparel, than he would have done had he sat alone.
After a minute or two he said, "What's your trade ?" Trenholme, sitting there in the clear light, would have blushed as he answered had his face not been too much weathered to admit of change of colour.