Upon the whole, however, he was a nice man to look at--for those who like to look on nice men of that kind.
Cheesacre, too, had adopted something of a sailor's garb.

He had on a jacket of a rougher sort, coming down much lower than that of the captain, being much looser, and perhaps somewhat more like a garment which a possible seaman might possibly wear.

But he was disgusted with himself the moment that he saw Bellfield.

His heart had been faint, and he had not dared to ornament himself boldly as his friend had done.

"I say, Guss, you are a swell," he exclaimed.