His hat, though worn rather jauntily, revealed, more than any of the above symptoms, the poverty of a man who was totally unable to pay sixteen francs to a hat-maker, being forced to live from hand to mouth.

The former admirer of Florentine twirled a cane with a chased gold knob, which was horribly battered.

The blue trousers, the waistcoat of a material called "Scotch stuff," a sky-blue cravat and a pink-striped cotton shirt, expressed, in the midst of all this ruin, such a latent desire to SHOW-OFF that the contrast was not only a sight to see, but a lesson to be learned.
"And that is Georges!" said Oscar, in his own mind,--"a man I left in possession of thirty thousand francs a year!" "Has Monsieur _de_ Pierrotin a place in the coupe ?" asked Georges, ironically replying to Pierrotin's rebuff.
"No; my coupe is taken by a peer of France, the son-in-law of Monsieur Moreau, Monsieur le Baron de Canalis, his wife, and his mother-in-law.

I have nothing left but one place in the interieur." "The devil! so peers of France still travel in your coach, do they ?" said Georges, remembering his adventure with the Comte de Serizy.

"Well, I'll take that place in the interieur." He cast a glance of examination on Oscar and his mother, but did not recognize them.
Oscar's skin was now bronzed by the sun of Africa; his moustache was very thick and his whiskers ample; the hollows in his cheeks and his strongly marked features were in keeping with his military bearing.
The rosette of an officer of the Legion of honor, his missing arm, the strict propriety of his dress, would all have diverted Georges recollections of his former victim if he had had any.