His hair had thinned, and receded from his temples, and the bold, almost babyish fulness of his temples was more evident.

His face was thinner, too, and he had not much color.

His mouth was drawn down at the corner, and he frowned slightly, as a child might, in helpless but non-aggressive dissent.

His worn appearance was very noticeable, in spite of his present happy mood, of which his wife shrewdly took advantage.
Ida Edgham did not care for books, although she never admitted that fact, but she could read with her cold feminine astuteness the moods and souls of men, with unerring quickness.

Those last were to her advantage or disadvantage, and in anything of that nature she was gifted by nature.