Later that evening, or should I say later that night, the man with the white hair is standing in his boudoir, dressed up for a high class event.
When he looks into the mirror to check how he looks, he sees nothing that does not please his eye. With a smile on his face he mumbles "Mirror, mirror, on the wall..."
But then the mirror trembles and moves. Two hands appear and put the mirror out of the way. In front of him stands his spitting image.
Both men laugh, grab something under their chin and their faces start changing, first in in a static sort of mask with white faces and white hair.
...and then in a Commedia dell'arte kind of style....
"Good evening, Julius." "Good evening Gaius." "Let's go crazy, I'd say." "Indeed, let's get nuts." Both pat each other on the back and leave laughing.