On the first word of my coming, the Count had put the matter of my wardrobe in the hands of his own and my cousin's tailors; and on the rumour of our resemblance, my clothes had been made to Alain's measure.
'But they were all made for you express, Mr.Anne.

You may be certain the Count would never do nothing by 'alf: fires kep' burning; the finest of clothes ordered, I'm sure, and a body-servant being trained a-purpose.' 'Well,' said I, 'it's a good fire, and a good set-out of clothes; and what a valet, Mr.Rowley! And there's one thing to be said for my cousin--I mean for Mr.Powl's Viscount--he has a very fair figure.' 'Oh, don't you be took in, Mr.Anne,' quoth the faithless Rowley: 'he has to be hyked into a pair of stays to get them things on!' 'Come, come, Mr.Rowley,' said I, 'this is telling tales out of school! Do not you be deceived.

The greatest men of antiquity, including Caesar and Hannibal and Pope Joan, may have been very glad, at my time of life or Alain's, to follow his example.

'Tis a misfortune common to all; and really,' said I, bowing to myself before the mirror like one who should dance the minuet, 'when the result is so successful as this, who would do anything but applaud ?' My toilet concluded, I marched on to fresh surprises.

My chamber, my new valet and my new clothes had been beyond hope: the dinner, the soup, the whole bill of fare was a revelation of the powers there are in man.