An appropriate and proud presentation to Mrs.Mervale ensued; and Mrs.Mervale, with a dignified smile, and a furtive glance at his boots, bade her husband's friend welcome to England.
Glyndon was greatly altered since Mervale had seen him last.

Though less than two years had elapsed since then, his fair complexion was more bronzed and manly.

Deep lines of care, or thought, or dissipation, had replaced the smooth contour of happy youth.

To a manner once gentle and polished had succeeded a certain recklessness of mien, tone, and bearing, which bespoke the habits of a society that cared little for the calm decorums of conventional ease.

Still a kind of wild nobleness, not before apparent in him, characterised his aspect, and gave something of dignity to the freedom of his language and gestures.
"So, then, you are settled, Mervale,--I need not ask you if you are happy.