Cloths were presented for his selection, among them some English fabrics.

These he threw aside with disgust.
"The blue cloth of France," cried he, "and made in France! And cut it in such a style that any one seeing me in Pekin would say, 'That's a soldier!'" The officers of our day have precisely the opposite fancy.

They make an effort to resemble all other "gentlemen"[7] when they assume the civilian's dress.
Fougas ordered, in the _Rue Richelieu_, a black satin scarf, which hid his shirt, and reached up to his ears.

Then he went toward the _Palais Royal_, entered a celebrated restaurant, and ordered his dinner.

For breakfast he had only taken a bite at a pastry-cook's in the _Boulevard_, so his appetite, which had been sharpened by the excursion, did wonders.