Does not he strike you as being somewhat changed?
Not in his looks, but his manner.

Beneath the shadow of his own church tower, in the midst of his own flock, he used to be the mildest, the meekest, and most modest of parish priests.

He bowed low to the Mayor, and to the most microscopic of the authorities.

At Rome, his hat seems glued to his head.

I almost think--Heaven forgive me!--it is a trifle cocked.