On one side of the wall were shelves containing the Covent Garden Magazine, Burn's Justice, a pocket Horace, a Prayer-Book, Excerpta ex Tacito, a volume of plays, Philosophy made Easy, and a Key to all Knowledge.

Furthermore, there were on another table a riding-whip and a driving-whip and a pair of spurs, and three guineas, with a little mountain of loose silver.

Mr.Augustus was a tall, fair young man, with a freckled complexion, green eyes and red eyelids, a smiling mouth, rather under-jawed, a sharp nose, and a prodigiously large pair of ears.

He was robed in a green damask dressing-gown; and he received the tender Paul most graciously.
There was something very engaging about our hero.

He was not only good-looking, and frank in aspect, but he had that appearance of briskness and intellect which belongs to an embryo rogue.