dressing-gown, once gorgeous, now food-splashed and dirty, as it
serves him for towel, handkerchief, duster, and every other use
to which a textile fabric can be put by a slovenly man.  It does
not conceal his huge hairy chest, nor his half-buttoned knee
breeches, nor his legs.  These are partly clad in silk stockings,
which he occasionally hitches up to his knees, and presently
shakes down to his shins, by his restless movement.  His feet are
thrust into enormous slippers, worth, with their crust of jewels,
several thousand roubles apiece. 

Superficially Patiomkin is a violent, brutal barbarian,
an upstart despot of the most intolerable and dangerous type,
ugly, lazy, and disgusting in his personal habits.  Yet
ambassadors report him the ablest man in Russia, and the one who
can do most with the still abler Empress Catherine II, who is not
a Russian but a German, by no means barbarous or intemperate in
her personal habits.  She not only disputes with Frederick the
Great the reputation of being the cleverest monarch in Europe,
but may even put in a very plausible claim to be the cleverest
and most attractive individual alive.  Now she not only tolerates