Just as he had done making himself up, in came another old fogram of his acquaintance, by name the Count of Asumar. This genius made no secret of his grey locks; leant upon a stick, and seemed to plume himself on his venerable age instead of wishing to appear in the hey-day of his prime.
- Lesage, The Adventures of Gil Blas of Santillane, tr. Smollett, bk 4 ch. 7