The coat was tailless, with rows of silver buttons running from collar to waist.

The breast and shoulders and sleeves were covered with silver lace, and Maurice concluded that it must be nothing less than a captain's uniform.

The trousers were tight fitting, with broad stripes of silver; and the half boots were of patent leather.

He walked backward and forward before the pier-glass.
"I say, Fitz, what do you think of it ?" "You're a handsome rascal, Maurice," answered the Englishman, who had watched his young friend, amusement in his sober eyes.

"Happily, there are no young women present." "Go to! I'll lay odds that our hostess is under twenty-five." "I meant young women of sixteen or seventeen.