It is not until the Renaissance that uncleanliness becomes rife in France.

When you think that that delicious Reine Margot kept her body macerated with perfumes but as grimy as the inside of a stovepipe! and that Henri Quatre plumed himself on having 'reeking feet and a fine armpit.'" "My dear, for heaven's sake," said madame, "spare us the details." While Chantelouve was speaking, Durtal was watching him.

He was small and rotund, with a bay window which his arms would not have gone around.
He had rubicund cheeks, long hair very much pomaded, trailing in the back and drawn up in crescents along his temples.

He had pink cotton in his ears.

He was smooth shaven and looked like a pious but convivial notary.