Besides, his rooms had lost that air of voluptuous elegance which was formerly so unique.

The furniture was worn out, and not replaced.

The decanters and bottles were no longer kept in a pretty side-board, but stood boldly out, ready for instant service; and whenever one of the old set of men happened in, he was very likely to find a gentleman--whose toilet was suspiciously fine, whose gold looked like gilt--who made himself entirely at home with Abel and his rooms, and whose conversation indicated that his familiar haunts were race-courses, bar-rooms, and gambling-houses.
It was unanimously decreed that Abel Newt had lost tone.

His dress was gradually becoming flashy.

Younger sisters, who had heard their elders--who were married now--speak of the fascinating Mr.Newt, perceived that the fascinating Mr.Newt was a little too familiar when he flirted, and that his breath was offensive with spirituous fumes.