It seems to me that, some time, I might learn, you know.
It seems to me that some time I might almost"-- with a little gasp--"shave you." He wanted to gather her up in his arms and smother and caress her, after that climax of tender admission, but she waved her hand as she saw him rising.

He fell back then upon his ignoble habit of talking vast science to her.
"My dear, that dream may, I hope, be realized.

I'd rather have my face slashed by you than be shaved by the most careful, conscientious and silent barber in all Christendom, but shaving is a matter of much gravity.

It is not the removal of the beard which tests the intellect; it is the sharpening of the razors." "How is that, sir ?" "All razors are feminine, and things of moods.

The razor you sharpen to-day may not be sharp, though manipulated upon hone or strap with all persistence and all skill.