"Did you see Doubleyou, 'Gina dear?" said her mamma, addressing that
young lady. "He's in the bar with your Pa, and has his military
coat with the king's buttons, and looks like an officer."

This was Mr. Woolsey's style, his great aim being to look like an
army gent, for many of whom he in his capacity of tailor made those
splendid red and blue coats which characterise our military. As for
the royal button, had not he made a set of coats for his late
Majesty, George IV.? and he would add, when he narrated this
circumstance, "Sir, Prince Blucher and Prince Swartzenberg's
measure's in the house now; and what's more, I've cut for
Wellington." I believe he would have gone to St. Helena to make a
coat for Napoleon, so great was his ardour. He wore a blue-black
wig, and his whiskers were of the same hue. He was brief and stern
in conversations; and he always went to masquerades and balls in a
field-marshal's uniform.

"He looks really quite the thing to-night," continued Mrs. Crump.

"Yes," said 'Gina; "but he's such an odious wig, and the dye of his
whiskers always comes off on his white gloves."

"Everybody has not their own hair, love," continued Mrs. Crump with
a sigh; "but Eglantine's is beautiful."

"Every hairdresser's is," answered Morgiana, rather contemptuously;
"but what I can't bear is that their fingers is always so very fat
and pudgy."