He looked not as fresh and glowing with youth as had been his wont only a year ago.

His reckless wildness of life and his town debaucheries had at last touched his bloom, perhaps.

He had a haggard look at moments when his countenance was not lighted by excitement.

'Twas whispered that he was deep enough in debt to be greatly straitened, and that his marriage having come to naught his creditors were besetting him without mercy.

This and more than this, no one knew so well as my Lady Dunstanwolde; but of a certainty she had little pity for his evil case, if one might judge by her face, when in the course of the running he took a hedge behind her, and pressing his horse, came up by her side and spoke.
"Clorinda," he began breathlessly, through set teeth.
She could have left him and not answered, but she chose to restrain the pace of her wild beast for a moment and look at him.
"'Your ladyship!'" she corrected his audacity.