His waist was pinched in by a white waistcoat with chased gold buttons, which was laced behind to serve as a belt.
The waistcoat, buttoned to the throat, showed off his broad chest, and a black satin stock obliged him to hold his head high, in soldierly fashion.

A handsome gold chain hung from a waistcoat pocket, in which the outline of a flat watch was barely seen.

He was twisting a watch-key of the kind called a "criquet," which Breguet had lately invented.
"The fellow is fine-looking," thought Joseph, admiring with a painter's eye the eager face, the air of strength, and the intellectual gray eyes which Max had inherited from his father, the noble.

"My uncle must be a fearful bore, and that handsome girl takes her compensations.

It is a triangular household; I see that." At this instant, Baruch and Francois entered.
"Have you been to see the tower of Issoudun ?" Flore asked Joseph.