The hair about his temples was grey; there were lines about his mouth and forehead.

He had the air of one who lived in an atmosphere of anxiety.
"To me," Hamel declared frankly, "you look worried.

If I hadn't heard so much of the success of your political career and all the rest of it, I should have thought that things were going badly with you." "They've gone well enough with me personally," Kinsley admitted, "but I'm only one of many.

Politics isn't the game it was.

The Foreign Office especially is ageing its men fast these few years.