A Rosy-Faced Elderly Gentleman in Old Fashion

His round, rosy, well-meaning face, which he could not, even with the best will in the world, give an expression of malice, was framed by snow-white powdered hair, and something like a very faintly drawn braid fell down onto the wide collar of his mouse-grey coat. At seventy years of age, he had not been unfaithful to the fashion of his youth; he had only dispensed with the braid between the buttons and the large pockets, but he had never in his life worn long trousers. His chin rested broadly, double and with an expression of comfort on the white lace jabot.