Of course I'm older now.

I'm face to face with age-long problems that you've never divined the existence of.

It does age one." "I suppose so," agreed Wilbur.
He felt shamed, apologetic for his course.

Still he would have some plain fighting, Wall Street or no Wall Street.
He wrested a chattering Winona from Mrs.Henrietta Plunkett at the door of the ladies' cloakroom.

Mrs.Plunkett was Newbern's ablest exponent of the cause of woman, and she had been disquieted this night at observing signs of an unaccustomed frivolity in one of her hitherto stanchest disciples.
"I can't think what has come over you!" she had complained to Winona.
"You seem like a different girl!" "I am a different girl!" boasted Winona.
"You do look different--your gown is wonderfully becoming, and what lovely slippers!" Mrs.Plunkett inspected the aged debutante with kindly eyes.