"'You're a man of sperrit,' said Devlin. 'I kiss your hand.' "He said that to me; but I clapped my hands behind my back. "'If you refuse,' said Devlin, smiling at me all the while, 'I must show Lemon another style.' "And he made as though he was about to dress my hair agin. "'No, no!' I screamed; 'anything but that, anything but that!" "I give him my hand, and he kissed it. His mouth was like burning hot coals, and I wondered I wasn't scarred. "'Don't forgit,' said Lemon, 'to-morrow morning.' "'I'll not forgit,' said Devlin. 'Till then, adoo.' "The next minute he was gone. "No sooner did he close the door behind him than I felt as if tons weight had been lifted off me. I started up, and put my hands to my hair, intending to pull it down. "'What are you doing?' cried Lemon, starting up too, and seizing hold of me. 'Don't touch it--don't touch it! I must study the style. I never saw sech a thing in all my life. It's more than wonderful, its stoopendous. You look like another woman. Jest take a sight of yerself in the glass.' "I did take a sight of myself in the glass, and if you'll believe me, sir, it seemed as if my head was covered with millions of little serpents, curling and twisting all sorts of ways at once; and, as I looked at 'em moving, sir--which might have been or might not have been, but so it was to me--I saw millions of eyes shining and glaring at me. "'O, Lemon, Lemon!' I cried, bursting out into tears; 'what _have_ you done, what _have_ you done?' "'Done?' said Lemon, rubbing his hands; he'd let mine go. 'Why, gone into partnership with the finest hairdresser as ever was seen. Our fortune's made, Fanny, our fortune's made!' "I tried to reason with him, but I might as well have spoke to stone. He was that worked up that he wouldn't listen to a word I said. All the satisfaction I could git out of him was-- "'A good night's work, Fanny; a good night's work!' "If he said it once he said it fifty times. But I knew it was the worst night's work Lemon had ever done, and that it'd come to bad. And it has, sir." CHAPTER XII. FANNY LEMON RELATES HOW HER HUSBAND, AFTER BECOMING BETTER ACQUAINTED WITH DEVLIN THE BARBER, SEEMED TO BE HAUNTED BY SHADOWS AND SPIRITS. "I had my way about my hair before I went to bed. I waited till Lemon was asleep, and then I brushed all the serpents out, and did it up in a plain knot behind. I felt then like a Christian, and I said my prayers before I stepped in between the sheets. I didn't sleep much; Lemon was that restless he torsed and torsed the whole night long, and his eyes was quite bloodshot when he got up. While he was dressing I heard Devlin call out: "'Lemon, I'm coming down to have breakfast with you.' "'Do,' cried Lemon. 'You're heartily welcome.'