He affected great dignity, and filled his role to perfection.
Matamore was as different as possible, painfully thin--scarcely more than mere skin and bones--a living skeleton with a large hooked nose, set in a long, narrow face, a huge mustache turned up at the ends, and flashing, black eyes.

His excessively tall, lank figure was so emaciated that it was like a caricature of a man.

The swaggering air suitable to his part had become habitual with him, and he walked always with immense strides, head well thrown back, and hand on the pommel of the huge sword he was never seen without.
As to Scapin, he looked more like a fox than anything else, and had a most villainous countenance; yet he was a good enough fellow in reality.
The painter has a great advantage over the writer, in that he can so present the group on his canvas that one glance suffices to take in the whole picture, with the lights and shadows, attitudes, costumes, and details of every kind, which are sadly wanting in our description--too long, though so imperfect--of the party gathered thus unexpectedly round our young baron's table.

The beginning of the repast was very silent, until the most urgent demands of hunger had been satisfied.

Poor de Sigognac, who had never perhaps at any one time had as much to eat as he wanted since he was weaned, attacked the tempting viands with an appetite and ardour quite new to him; and that too despite his great desire to appear interesting and romantic in the eyes of the beautiful young women between whom he was seated.