I, who knew him well, could tell from his wan cheeks and his restless fingers that he was at his wit's ends what to do; but no stranger who observed his jaunty bearing, the flecking of his laced handkerchief, the handling of his quizzing glass, or the shooting of his ruffles, would ever have thought that this butterfly creature could have had a care upon earth.
Moi qui le connaissais bien, je voyais à la couleur livide de ses joues et à l'agitation nerveuse de ses doigts, qu'il ne savait réellement plus où donner de la tête. Mais un étranger qui eût vu son attitude dégagée, la façon dont il faisait voltiger son mouchoir brodé, dont il maniait son bizarre lorgnon, dont il agitait ses manchettes, n'eût jamais cru que cette sorte de papillon pût avoir le moindre souci terrestre.