_The S.A._ I think I've taken off about as much as you can _spare_,
Sir!

_The Gr. C._ (_with a note of triumph_). Look here, you know, there's
a lot more to come off here--won't be missed, eh?

_The Loq. Ass._ No, Sir, you've an uncommon thick 'ed--of _'air_, I
mean, of course!

_The S.A._ If you'll take my advice, you'll 'ave yours singed, Sir.

_The B.C._ (_dejectedly_). Why, think it's any use?

_The S.A._ No doubt of that, Sir. Look at the way they singe a
_'orse's_ legs. [_The Bald Customer yields, convinced by this
argument._

_The Gr. C._ No singeing or any nonsense of that sort for _me_, mind!

[_They are shampooed simultaneously._

_The B.C._ (_piteously, from his basin_). Th--that's c-cold enough,
thanks!

_The Gr. C._ (_aggressively from his_). Here, colder than _that_--as
cold as you can make it--_I_ don't care!

_The B.C._ (_drying his face meekly on a towel_). A--a _hand_-brush,
please, _not_ the machine!