solitaire

[…] he really wishes he had never beheld you, nor yours. You have spoiled him for a solitaire, and a book, all the days of his life; and put him into such a condition, that he thinks of nothing, and enquires of nothing but after a person who has nothing to say to him, and has left him for ever […]

The fellow wears a solitaire, uses paint, and takes rappee with all the grimace of a French marquis.