Every hair on his head was trained into exact position, and his tailoring was faultless.

In short, Gusher had got himself up with a view to making the greatest destruction on the female heart.

He whisked about here and there, making himself useful as well as ornamental, for he felt that he had got the Chapman family on his shoulders, and was responsible for its reputation as very distinguished.
"Miz, you shall permit me ze pleazure, and ze 'onar, to open ze dance wiz you," said Gusher, approaching Mattie with his right hand on his heart, and making one of his extensive bows, "You shall do me ze 'onar, I am sure," he continued, and as he raised his head with an air of confidence, expecting to see her extend her hand, his eye fell on the familiar face of a young man standing at her side, engaging her in conversation.

He paused suddenly, his face changed color from pale to crimson, and his manner became nervous and agitated.

His whole system, mental and physical, seemed to have received a sudden and unexpected shock.
"Yes, my daughter, you must open the ball with Mr.Gusher.How very kind of you, Mr.Gusher," said Mrs.Chapman, with a courtesy.