“He.—Quite so! My brow is large and wrinkled, my eye flashes, my nose is high, my cheek is broad, my eyebrows brown and heavy, the mouth well-disclosed, lips well-turned, and the face square. Take notice, this huge chin, if covered by a long beard, would look well in brass or marble.
“I.—Beside Cæsar, Marcus Aurelius, Socrates?
“He.—No! I would rather stand betwixt Diogenes and Phryne. I am as shameless as one, and would gladly visit the other.
“I.—You are always in good case?
“He.—Yes, usually; but not particularly so to-day.
“I.—What! with this rotundity of Silenus, and a countenance—
“He.—A countenance that— Do you consider that the bitter humor which shrivels up the uncle, makes the nephew fat?
“I.—Apropos! Your uncle. Do you see him often?
“He.—Yes, often passing in the street.
“I.—Does he render you no service?