The moment I was by, he started a step forward, asking: "Pray, sir, do you know our King ?" "I never saw him," said I."I hope to do so on Wednesday." He said no more, but I felt his eyes following me till the door closed behind me.

My saucy conductor, looking over her shoulder at me as she preceded me upstairs, said: "There's no pleasing Master Johann for one of your colour, sir." "He prefers yours, maybe ?" I suggested.
"I meant, sir, in a man," she answered, with a coquettish glance.
"What," asked I, taking hold of the other side of the candlestick, "does colour matter in a man ?" "Nay, but I love yours--it's the Elphberg red." "Colour in a man," said I, "is a matter of no more moment than that!"-- and I gave her something of no value.
"God send the kitchen door be shut!" said she.
"Amen!" said I, and left her.
In fact, however, as I now know, colour is sometimes of considerable moment to a man..