Rebecca laughed in all companies at that officer, at his toupee (which he mounted on coming to Paris), at his waistband, at his false teeth, at his pretensions to be a lady-killer above all, and his absurd vanity in fancying every woman whom he came near was in love with him. 
Rebecca laughed at that officer, at his toupee, his false teeth, and his pretensions to be a lady-killer. 