The grounds were becoming crowded with the partygoers and it was just nine-thirty in the morning. The festivities weren’t scheduled to begin for another hour, and if this many people had arrived early, he hated to see how many would be here when the festivities actually began. He turned away from the window and donned his waistcoat. He took in his appearance in the oval floor-length looking glass. He despised the knee breeches that were fashionable and chose to wear longer pants. The navy pants fit him perfectly, clinging tightly to his muscular thighs, and were tucked into his Hessian boots. He loosened the top button of his white lawn shirt to allow the heat to escape his body. Adjusting the hem of his coat, he picked off a short gray cat hair. That blasted cat had made herself at home in his room. Every time he turned around he found that cat either curled up on his bed or on top of his clothing. As if she could sense his thoughts, the cat in question strolled nonchalantly out from under the bed and hopped up onto the flower-patterned chair beside him.
