As yet he had hardly looked at her, but he felt that she had become old and worn, angular and hard-visaged.

All this had no effect upon his feelings towards her, but filled him with ineffable regret.

When he had first known her she had been a woman with a noble presence--not soft and feminine as had been Violet Effingham, but handsome and lustrous, with a healthy youth.

In regard to age he and she were of the same standing.
That he knew well.

She had passed her thirty-second birthday, but that was all.