Nor were his eyes hidden as the rays of the station lights fell upon them.
He was called "Excellency" by the policemen who spoke to him, but he ignored these men, save for a short, quick nod with which he acknowledged their respectful greetings.

His whole attention was devoted to the boy by his side, who was looking up at him defiantly.

This boy won a tribute of curious looks from all who saw him, and some glances of admiration when it became increasingly plain that he did not share the universal feeling of awe for the man by his side.

This was accounted for, partly at least, it might be supposed, by the fact that he wasn't a Russian.

The Americans in the train, had they been out on the platform, would have recognized him at once for he was sturdily and obviously American.
The train began to move.