Could it really be waiting for him?
The partitions which had been probed by Barnet's walking-stick when the mortar was green, were now quite brown with the antiquity of their varnish, and the ornamental woodwork of the staircase, which had glistened with a pale yellow newness when first erected, was now of a rich wine-colour.

During the servant's absence the following colloquy could be dimly heard through the nearly closed door of the drawing-room.
'He didn't give his name ?' 'He only said "an old friend," ma'am.' 'What kind of gentleman is he ?' 'A staidish gentleman, with gray hair.' The voice of the second speaker seemed to affect the listener greatly.
After a pause, the lady said, 'Very well, I will see him.' And the stranger was shown in face to face with the Lucy who had once been Lucy Savile.

The round cheek of that formerly young lady had, of course, alarmingly flattened its curve in her modern representative; a pervasive grayness overspread her once dark brown hair, like morning rime on heather.

The parting down the middle was wide and jagged; once it had been a thin white line, a narrow crevice between two high banks of shade.
But there was still enough left to form a handsome knob behind, and some curls beneath inwrought with a few hairs like silver wires were very becoming.

In her eyes the only modification was that their originally mild rectitude of expression had become a little more stringent than heretofore.