'Do you think it's wrong to do your hair prettily ?' Lucy laughed uneasily.
'I was never brought up to think much about it.

My mother had very strict views.' 'Ah!'-- said Eleanor, with a discreet intonation.

'But you see, at Rome it is really so much better for the character to do as Rome does.

To be out of the way makes one self-conscious.

Your mother didn't foresee that.' Silence,--while the swift white fingers plaited and tied and laid foundations.
'It waves charmingly already'-- murmured the artist--'but it must be just a little more _ondule_ in the right places--just a touch--here and there.
Quick, Marie!--bring me the stove--and the tongs--and two or three of those finest hairpins.' The maid flew, infected by the ardour of her mistress, and between them they worked to such purpose that when at last they released their victim, they had turned the dark head into that of a stately and fashionable beauty.