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Gorgeous in a pale-blue velvet suit with crimson facings and ribbons, and much rich lace, the Most Noble the Marquis of Roxhythe entered the doors of Whitehall. He carried his gloves and his cane in one hand and in the other he held his comfit box. The page at the door cast one glance at the handsome face beneath the wide brimmed hat with its drooping feather, and straightened in every line of his body.
Roxhythe's slumbrous eyes travelled over him.