watch, negligently slipped into a pocket, was fastened by a short gold

chain to a buttonhole. His gray trousers, buttoned up at the sides,

were set off at the seams with patterns of black silk embroidery. He

gracefully twirled a cane, whose chased gold knob did not mar the

freshness of his gray gloves. And to complete all, his cap was in

excellent taste. None but a Parisian, and a Parisian of the upper

spheres, could thus array himself without appearing ridiculous; none

other could give the harmony of self-conceit to all these fopperies,