You can see the ravages which late hours, innumerable cocktails, a thirst for excitement, a contempt of the simple pleasures of life, have worked upon my once comely features.

I was quite good-looking, you know, in the days you first knew me." "You were the most beautiful debutante of your season," he agreed.
"What do you think of me now ?" she asked.
She met his gaze without flinching.

Her face was unnaturally thin, with disfiguring hollows underneath her cheekbones; her lips lacked colour; even her eyes were lustreless.

Her hair seemed to lack brilliancy.
Only her silken eyebrows remained unimpaired, and a certain charm of expression which nothing seemed able to destroy.
"You look tired," he said.
"Be honest, my dear man," she rejoined drily.

"I am a physical wreck, dependent upon cosmetics for the looks which I am still clever enough to palm off on the uninitiated." "Why don't you lead a quieter life ?" he asked.