The baron bore it very well.
His clothes fitted him with an extreme, but somewhat unfortunate, military tightness.

They were of an unpleasant greenish tint which did not match the green Homberg hat he wore.

In his right hand he carried a short cane and yellow gloves.

The morning was hot; his boots were patent leather.

Diffusing an agreeable odour of pomatum on the breeze, he walked with the air of one taking his ease in a conquered country, for he was one of the gallant German war-party, and he looked forward with touching certainty to the day when the mailed fist of his imperial master should sweep England with fire and sword from sea to sea.