text:  When we saw him his hair danced wildly over his shoulders as if electrified: he had a quick eye and wore enviably well-fitting ducks: his neck besides supporting his head and all its contents supported an inextricable labyrinth of gold chains; from every buttonhole of his waistcoat the chains they came in and the chains they came out like the peripatetic man on the Boulevards who sells them: his gloves well-fitting and buttoning at the wrist were of the whitest kid and grasped a yet whiter and highly-scented cambric: his boots shone bright with varnish and his face with self-complacency