Read it through once

The first thing that I remember of the baronet was an old cast of his, with a great scar over his right eye, which he got at a fox-chase. He used to ride a grey horse, and to wear a great horseman’s cloak, with a spear of lace at his wrist, and a large gold watch hanging at his fob. He was a very showy man in his appearance; but, when you got into his conversation, you soon discovered that he was a man of little sense.