Moving serenely through this discordant sea of his fellow-
creatures came a young man booted and spurred, whose rich doublet
of cherry colored velvet, edged and spangled with gold, and
jaunty hat set slightly on one side of his head, with its long
black plume and diamond clasp, proclaimed him to be somebody. A
profusion of snowy shirt-frill rushed impetuously out of his
doublet; a black-velvet cloak, lined with amber-satin, fell
picturesquely from his shoulders; a sword with a jeweled hilt
clanked on the pavement as he walked. One hand was covered with
a gauntlet of canary-colored kid, perfumed to a degree that would
shame any belle of to-day, the other, which rested lightly on his
sword-hilt, flashed with a splendid opal, splendidly set. He was
a handsome fellow too, with fair waving hair (for he had the good
taste to discard the ugly wigs then in vogue), dark, bright,
handsome eyes, a thick blonde moustache, a tall and remarkably
graceful figure, and an expression of countenance wherein easy
good-nature and fiery impetuosity had a hard struggle for
mastery. That he was a courtier of rank, was apparent from his
rich attire and rather aristocratic bearing and a crowd of
hangers-on followed him as he went, loudly demanding spur-money.
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