They call me a beau and a buck, a slasher and dasher, and flourishing Phil.
By what I can pick out of your flowery description, your brother is no beau.
I chose the latter, on account of the beau monde which the soldier had boasted of.
And there, you know who that is, that beau ideal of a hussar?
I shouldn't wonder, with such a smart ma, if she caught a beau.