The Golden Chimera by Edgar Saltus

Now, as I sat in the dining-room of the Hotel des Bains, I wondered what had become of her. Long since her name had passed from the newspapers, and it seemed to me that I had heard -- yet what does one not hear? -- that Bundy had passed from the courts.

Then at once I realized why I had not immediately recognized him. In court his face had had the hue of a brandied cherry. That hue had gone, supplanted by pallor. In addition, he was very much thinner. In New York he had suggested Falstaff. It was Hamlet whom he resembled now.