He quickly became bald and stout.

His tact except in these two particulars remained flawless.

He never allowed his deep chagrin to appear when, three years after his marriage, he still remained without a son to continue his historic name.
He was polite to his wife at all times, mildly sarcastic as to her extravagance.

Fay was not exorbitantly extravagant; but then the duke was not exorbitantly rich.

One of Fay's arts, as unconscious as that of a kitten, was to imply past unhappiness, spoken of with a cheerful resignation which greatly endeared her to others--and to herself.