"'Monsieur,' he said to me," continued Porthos, "'a gentleman ought to measure himself.

Do me the pleasure to draw near this glass;' and I drew near the glass.

I must own I did not exactly understand what this good M.Voliere wanted with me." "Moliere!" "Ah! yes, Moliere--Moliere.

And as the fear of being measured still possessed me, 'Take care,' said I to him, 'what you are going to do with me; I am very ticklish, I warn you.' But he, with his soft voice (for he is a courteous fellow, we must admit, my friend), he with his soft voice, 'Monsieur,' said he, 'that your dress may fit you well, it must be made according to your figure.

Your figure is exactly reflected in this mirror.