With a frowsy head the Chevalier de Valois could no longer be said to exist! A few of his ivory teeth deserted, though the keenest observers of human life were unable to discover to what body they had hitherto belonged, whether to a foreign legion or whether they were indigenous, vegetable or animal; whether age had pulled them from the chevalier's mouth, or whether they were left forgotten in the drawer of his dressing-table.
The cravat was crooked, indifferent to elegance.

The negroes' heads grew pale with dust and grease.

The wrinkles of the face were blackened and puckered; the skin became parchment.

The nails, neglected, were often seen, alas! with a black velvet edging.

The waistcoat was tracked and stained with droppings which spread upon its surface like autumn leaves.
The cotton in the ears was seldom changed.