It is indeed difficult to abstain from the sight of one's self, however little fond one may be of it, so thickly is the room set round with rose-draped mirrors.

For the moment, O friends, I will own to you that I appear to myself nothing less than _brutally_ ugly.

I know that I am not so in reality, that the disfigurement is only temporary, but none the less does the consciousness deeply, deeply depress me.

My nose is of a lively scarlet, which the warmth of the room is quickly deepening into a lowering purple.

My quick passage through the air has set my hat a little awry, giving me a falsely rakish air, and the wind has loosened my hair--not into a picturesque and comely disorder, but into mere untidiness.