His histrionic abilities were displayed at the Eglinton tournament.

He has a heavy moustache, covering his smile, like that of the Duke of Alva, and a lifeless eye like that of Charles IX.
Judging him apart from what he calls his "necessary acts," or his "great deeds," he is a vulgar, commonplace personage, puerile, theatrical, and vain.

Those persons who are invited to St.Cloud, in the summer, receive with the invitation an order to bring a morning toilette and an evening toilette.

He loves finery, display, feathers, embroidery, tinsel and spangles, big words, and grand titles,--everything that makes a noise and glitter, all the glassware of power.

In his capacity of cousin to the battle of Austerlitz, he dresses as a general.