Aunt Charlotte herself was one of these, but Granville Ogilvie was not.

She might even have passed him in the street.

That he was the man she had known was beyond question, but there was a puffiness under the eyes and a fulness about the cheeks that altered the general effect of his appearance, and in spite of his modish dress and elaborate manners he seemed to have grown just a little coarse.

Still, remembering what a bird of passage he had been, and the many experiences he must have had by land and sea, all that was not to be wondered at.

It was really remarkable, everything considered, that he had managed to preserve himself so well.
"Oh, I'm an old woman now," replied Aunt Charlotte with an almost youthful blush.