His attire consisted of a cloak and doublet of scarlet cloth, very much stained and tarnished, and edged with gold lace, likewise the worse for wear; jack-boots, with huge funnel tops; spurs, with enormous rowels, and a rapier of preposterous length.

He wore his own hair, which was swart and woolly, like that of a negro; and had beard and moustaches to match.

His hat was fiercely cocked; his gestures swaggering and insolent; and he was perpetually racking his brain to invent new and extra-ordinary oaths.
"So soon returned!" cried Parravicin, as Wyvil appeared.

"Accept my congratulations ?" "And mine!" cried Pillichody.

"We wild fellows have but to be seen to conquer.