Before he could open it, Mr Folair, the pantomimist, thrust in his head.
Mr Folair's head was usually decorated with a very round hat, unusually high in the crown, and curled up quite tight in the brims.

On the present occasion he wore it very much on one side, with the back part forward in consequence of its being the least rusty; round his neck he wore a flaming red worsted comforter, whereof the straggling ends peeped out beneath his threadbare Newmarket coat, which was very tight and buttoned all the way up.

He carried in his hand one very dirty glove, and a cheap dress cane with a glass handle; in short, his whole appearance was unusually dashing, and demonstrated a far more scrupulous attention to his toilet than he was in the habit of bestowing upon it.
'Good-evening, sir,' said Mr Folair, taking off the tall hat, and running his fingers through his hair.

'I bring a communication.

Hem!' 'From whom and what about ?' inquired Nicholas.