Now he found he was among deep-sea dragons possessing the deep sea.
The two young men in front were like the small young man himself, well-dressed.

The lines of their frock-coats and silk hats had that luxuriant severity which makes the modern fop, hideous as he is, a favourite exercise of the modern draughtsman; that element which Mr.
Max Beerbohm has admirably expressed in speaking of "certain congruities of dark cloth and the rigid perfection of linen." They walked with the gait of an affected snail, and they spoke at the longest intervals, dropping a sentence at about every sixth lamp-post.
They crawled on past the lamp-posts; their mien was so immovable that a fanciful description might almost say, that the lamp-posts crawled past the men, as in a dream.

Then the small man suddenly ran after them and said-- "I want to get my hair cut.

I say, do you know a little shop anywhere where they cut your hair properly?
I keep on having my hair cut, but it keeps on growing again." One of the tall men looked at him with the air of a pained naturalist.
"Why, here is a little place," cried the small man, with a sort of imbecile cheerfulness, as the bright bulging window of a fashionable toilet-saloon glowed abruptly out of the foggy twilight.

"Do you know, I often find hair-dressers when I walk about London.