Don't know when they are well off.

I mean the best of good men; men that you would do anything for.

They go on for years, then all of a sudden--" Our young friend listened to the mate with a queer sense of discomfort growing on him.

For it was as though Mr.Franklin were thinking aloud, and putting him into the delicate position of an unwilling eavesdropper.
But there was in the mess-room another listener.

It was the steward, who had come in carrying a tin coffee-pot with a long handle, and stood quietly by: a man with a middle-aged, sallow face, long features, heavy eyelids, a soldierly grey moustache.