Mr Augustus Fawnhope
He was indeed a beautiful young man. His hair waved naturally from a brow
of alabaster; his eyes were of a deep blue, a little dreamy, but so
exquisitely set under arched brows, of such size and brilliance as to
defy criticism; his mouth was moulded in curves to set a sculptor groping
for the tools of his art. He was of moderate height, and exact proportions,
and had no need to live upon a diet of potatoes steeped in vinegar to
preserve his slender figure.