forgot a comb, Sir, but I done that once, and I'm afraid it wouldn't
do twice, _would_ it, Sir? Sixteen her number is--a sweet number,
Sir! Limewash or brilliantine, Sir?... And I know 'er maid and her
man, too; oh, she keeps a grand 'ouse, Sir! (_Observing that the_
Sympathetic Customer _is gradually growing red in the face and getting
hysterical._) Towel too tight for you, Sir? Allow me; thank you, Sir.
(_Here two fresh_ Customers _enter._) Ready for you in one moment,
Gentlemen. The other Assistant is downstairs 'aving his tea, but he'll
be up directly

[_The two fresh Customers watch one another suspiciously,
after the manner of Britons. The first, who is elderly,
removes his hat and displays an abundance of strong grizzled
hair, which he surveys complacently in a mirror. The second,
a younger man, seems reluctant to uncover until absolutely
obliged to do so._

_The Grizzled Customer_ (_to the_ Other Customer, _as his natural
self-satisfaction overcomes his reserve_). 'Shtonishing how fast one's
hair does grow. It's not three weeks since I had a close crop. Great
nuisance, eh?

_The Other Customer_ (_with evident embarrassment_). Er--eh,
yes--quite so, I--I daresay.

[_He takes up a back number of "Punch," and reads the
advertisements with deep interest. Meanwhile, the Loquacious
Assistant has bowed out the Sympathetic Customer, and
touched a bell. A Saturnine Assistant appears, still
masticating bread-and-butter. The Second Customer removes