Du Bousquier, furious against Bonaparte, relating stories against him of his meanness, of Josephine's improprieties, and all the other scandalous anecdotes of the last ten years, was well received.
About this time, when he was somewhere between forty and fifty, du Bousquier's appearance was that of a bachelor of thirty-six, of medium height, plump as a purveyor, proud of his vigorous calves, with a strongly marked countenance, a flattened nose, the nostrils garnished with hair, black eyes with thick lashes, from which darted shrewd glances like those of Monsieur de Talleyrand, though somewhat dulled.
He still wore republican whiskers and his hair very long; his hands, adorned with bunches of hair on each knuckle, showed the power of his muscular system in their prominent blue veins.

He had the chest of the Farnese Hercules, and shoulders fit to carry the stocks.

Such shoulders are seen nowadays only at Tortoni's.

This wealth of masculine vigor counted for much in du Bousquier's relations with others.

And yet in him, as in the chevalier, symptoms appeared which contrasted oddly with the general aspect of their persons.