The sense of a hopeless misery had drawn and twisted his face.

There could be no doubt that something had made shipwreck of his life.

Vandover was looking at a ruined man.
"My God, Dolly!" exclaimed Vandover, "what's happened to you?
You look like a death's-head, man! What's gone wrong?
Aren't you well ?" Haight caught his friend's searching gaze, and for a moment they looked at each other without speaking.

There was no mistaking the fearful grief that smouldered behind Haight's dull, listless eyes.

For a moment Vandover thought of Turner Ravis.