CHAPTER XVI.
Quis sapiens bono Confidat fragili .-- Seneca.
Grammatici certant et adhuc sub judice lis est .-- Horace.
When I first went to Paris, I took a French master, to perfect me in the Parisian pronunciation.

This "Haberdasher of Pronouns" was a person of the name of Margot.

He was a tall, solemn man, with a face of the most imperturbable gravity.

He would have been inestimable as an undertaker.
His hair was of a pale yellow; you would have thought it had caught a bilious complaint from his complexion; the latter was, indeed, of so sombre a saffron, that it looked as if ten livers had been forced into a jaundice, in order to supply its colour.

His forehead was high, bald, and very narrow.