In theory it is absurd: the hairdresser is a man and a brother: but we are none of us logical all the way.

It made her mad, the thought that she had been seen by all Dresden Society skating with a hairdresser.
"Well," she said, "I do call that impudence.

Why, they wouldn't do that even in Chicago." And she returned to where the hairdresser was illustrating to her friend the Dutch roll, determined to explain to him, as politely as possible, that although the free and enlightened Westerner has abolished social distinctions, he has not yet abolished them to that extent.
Had he been a commonplace German hairdresser he would have understood English, and all might have been easy.

But to the "classy" German hairdresser, English is not so necessary, and the American ladies had reached, as regards their German, only the "improving" stage.

In her excitement she confused the subjunctive and the imperative, and told him that he "might" go.