There were at least a dozen others present, some also at play, others merely lounging.

Of the latter was his Grace of Wharton.

He was a slender, graceful gentleman, whose face, if slightly effeminate and markedly dissipated, was nevertheless of considerable beauty.

He was very splendid in a suit of green camlett and silver lace, and he wore a flaxen periwig without powder.
He was awaiting Rotherby, with whom--as he told the company--he was for a frolic at Drury Lane, where a ridotto was following the play.

He spoke, as usual, in a loud voice that all might hear, and his talk was loose and heavily salted as became the talk of a rake of his exalted rank.