He was now almost aged.
He walked into his drawing-room and turned up the light--all the lights to look at himself in a big mirror.

He did look at himself and he was confounded.

He was not only no longer young--he was prepared for this--but he was old.

He would not have dreamed he could be so old.

He was gray and wrinkled.
As he faced himself his blood seemed suddenly to chill.