He did not immediately look at the woman across the aisle.

He did not want her to suspect that he had come back for that purpose.

When his eyes did seek her in a casual sort of way he was disappointed.
She was almost covered in her coat.

He caught only the gleam of her thick, dark hair, and the shape of one slim hand, white as paper in the lampglow.

He knew that she was not asleep, for he saw her shoulders move, and the hand shifted its position to hold the coat closer about her.