The chevalier, now fifty-eight years of age, owned to only fifty; and he might well allow himself that innocent deception, for, among the other advantages granted to fair thin persons, he managed to preserve the still youthful figure which saves men as well as women from an appearance of old age.  Yes, remember this:  all of life, or rather all the elegance that expresses life, is in the figure.  Among the chevalier’s other possessions must be counted an enormous nose with which nature had endowed him.  This nose vigorously divided a pale face into two sections which seemed to have no knowledge of each other, for one side would redden under the process of digestion, while the other continued white.  This fact is worthy of remark at a period when physiology is so busy with the human heart.  The incandescence, so to call it, was on the left side.  Though his long slim legs, supporting a lank body, and his pallid skin, were not indicative of health, Monsieur de Valois ate like an ogre and declared he had a malady called in the provinces “hot liver,” perhaps to excuse his monstrous appetite.  The circumstance of his singular flush confirmed this declaration; but in a region where repasts are developed on the line of thirty or forty dishes and last four hours, the chevalier’s stomach would seem to have been a blessing bestowed by Providence on the good town of Alencon.  According to certain doctors, heat on the left side denotes a prodigal heart.  The chevalier’s gallantries confirmed this scientific assertion, the responsibility for which does not rest, fortunately, on the historian.

In spite of these symptoms, Monsieur de Valois’ constitution was vigorous, consequently long-lived.  If his liver “heated,” to use an old-fashioned word, his heart was not less inflammable.  His face was wrinkled and his hair silvered; but an intelligent observer would have recognized at once the stigmata of passion and the furrows of pleasure which appeared in the crow’s-feet and the marches-du-palais, so prized at the court of Cythera.  Everything about this dainty chevalier bespoke the “ladies’ man.”  He was so minute in his ablutions that his cheeks were a pleasure to look upon; they seemed to have been laved in some miraculous water.  The part of his skull which his hair refused to cover shone like ivory.  His eyebrows, like his hair, affected youth by the care and regularity with which they were combed.  His skin, already white, seemed to have been extra-whitened by some secret compound.  Without using perfumes, the chevalier exhaled a certain fragrance of youth, that refreshed the atmosphere.  His hands, which were those of a gentleman, and were cared for like the hands of a pretty woman, attracted the eye to their rosy, well-shaped nails.  In short, had it not been for his magisterial and stupendous nose, the chevalier might have been thought a trifle too dainty.