from the spurred and glittering officers' boots! How with amaze
from the American and English trousers, both turned up and
creased like folded paper, both with some dislike for each other
but for all other trousers more.

It was only at such times when the mortifications to appear so
greatly embarrassed became stronger than the embarrassment
itself that I could by will power force my head to a straight
construction and look out upon my spectators firmly. On the
second day of my ordeal, so facing the laughers, I found myself
facing straight into the monocle of my half-brother and ill-
wisher, Prince Caravacioli.

At this, my agitation was sudden and very great, for there was
no one I wished to prevent perceiving my condition more than
that old Antonio Caravacioli! I had not known that he was in
Paris, but I could have no doubt it was himself: the monocle,
the handsome nose, the toupee', the yellow skin, the dyed-black
moustache, the splendid height--it was indeed Caravacioli! He
was costumed for the automobile, and threw but one glance at me
as he crossed the pavement to his car, which was in waiting.
There was no change, not of the faintest, in that frosted tragic
mask of a countenance, and I was glad to think that he had not
recognized me.

And yet, how strange that I should care, since all his life he
had declined to recognize me as what I was! Ah, I should have
been glad to shout his age, his dyes, his artificialities, to
all the crowd, so to touch him where it would most pain him! For
was he not the vainest man in the whole world? How well I knew