Don't be offended, Professor, but nothing produces an appearance of being dressed so infallibly as a neatly-trimmed head." "Oh, certainly, if you think it best, I will have my hair cut.

It will soon grow again." Mr.Barker smiled under the lambrikin of his moustache.

"Yes," thought he, "but it sha'n't." "Then," he said aloud, "we will go about eleven." Claudius sat wondering who the lady could be who wanted to have him presented.

But he was afraid to ask; Barker would immediately suppose he imagined it to be the dark lady.

However, his thoughts took it as a certainty that it must be she, and went on building castles in the air and conversations in the clouds.