He sat down beside me, taking some pains to sit on the form, I thought, in imitation of the print of his illustrious model on the sofa. And really he did look very like it.
"To polish--polish--polish!" he repeated, taking a pinch of snuff and gently fluttering his fingers. "But we are not, if I may say so to one formed to be graceful both by Nature and Art--" with the high-shouldered bow, which it seemed impossible for him to make without lifting up his eyebrows and shutting his eyes "--we are not what we used to be in point of deportment."
"Are we not, sir?" said I.

He sat elegantly down beside me.
"To polish!" he repeated, taking a pinch of snuff and gently fluttering his fingers. "But we are not, if I may say so to one gracefully formed both by Nature and Art - we are not what we used to be in point of deportment."
"Are we not, sir?" said I.
