Yes, he did look older; no, not exactly older--sad, rather.
Evidently he was unhappy, distinctly unhappy.

And as handsome and as tasteful as ever--the band of his straw hat, the flower in his buttonhole, his tie, his socks--all in harmony; no ostentation, just the unerring, quiet taste of a gentleman.

What a satisfactory person to look at! To be sure, his character--However, character has nothing to do with the eye-pleasures, and they are undeniably agreeable.

Then there were his manners, and his mind--such a man of the world! Of course he wasn't for one instant to be compared with Dory--who was?
Still, it was a pity that Dory had a prejudice against showing all that he really was, a pity he had to be known to be appreciated--that is, appreciated by the "right sort" of people.

Of course, the observant few could see him in his face, which was certainly distinguished--yes, far more distinguished than Ross's, if not so regularly handsome.
"I've been looking over the old place," Ross was saying, "and I've decided to ask father to keep it.