I have come back not only sadder and wiser--that I would try to bear--but visibly aged." He took off his hat as he spoke, and wearily pushed back the hair from his forehead.

Lady Mary looked at him over her spectacles with grave scrutiny.

She had not seen her nephew for many months, and she was not pleased with what she saw.

His face looked thin and worn, and she even feared she could detect a gray hair or two in the light hair and mustache.

His tired, sarcastic eyes met hers.
"I was afraid you would think I had _gone off_," he said, half shutting his eyes in the manner habitual to him.