The suit of gray wool appeared to have achieved its finishing touch in the harmony of cravat, socks, and handkerchief sticking out of his pocket,--all in the same tone.

The three pieces were blue, without the slightest variation in shade, chosen with the exactitude of a man who would undoubtedly suffer cruel discomfort if obliged to go out into the street with his cravat of one color and his socks of another.

His gloves had the same dark tan tone as his shoes.
Ferragut thought that this dandy, in order to be absolutely perfect, ought to be clean shaved.

And yet, he was wearing a beard, close clipped on the cheeks and forming over the chin a short, sharp point.
The captain suspected that he was a sailor.

In the German fleet, in the Russian, in all the navies of the North where they are not shaved in the English style, they use this traditional little beard.
The newcomer bowed, or, more properly speaking, doubled himself over at right angles, with a brusque stiffness, upon kissing the hands of the two ladies.