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As the Count of Lormerin finished dressing he cast a parting glance at the large mirror which occupied a whole panel in his dressing-room, and smiled.
He was really a fine-looking man, although quite grey. Tall, slight, elegant, with a small moustache of a doubtful shade that might be called fair, he had a presence, distinction, an aristocratic bearing, a "chic" in short, that indefinable quality that makes a greater difference between two men than the possession of millions of money. He murmured: "Lormerin is still alive! " and entered the big room where his correspondence awaited him.