The day before my departure, Gerald, for the first time, spoke of it.
Glancing towards the mirror, which gave in full contrast the magnificent beauty of his person, and the smaller proportions and plainer features of my own, he said with a sneer, "Your appearance must create a wonderful sensation in town." "No doubt of it," said I, taking his words literally, and arraying my laced cravat with the air of a _petit-maitre_.
"What a wit the Count has!" whispered the Duchess of Lackland, who had not yet given up all hope of the elder brother.
"Wit!" said the Lady Hasselton; "poor child, he is a perfect simpleton!".