"Ah, it's not _my_ custom, sir," quoth Twirl, "to run down other gents'
inventions; but my real opinion is, that they're all an imposition--a
rank imposition, sir. I didn't like to say it, sir; but I soon saw there
had been somebody a-prac_ti_sing on your hair."
"What, is it _very_ plain?" cried Titmouse, with a kind of horror,
starting up and stepping to the glass.
"No, sir--not so _very_ plain; only _you've_ got, as I might say,
_accustomed_ to the sight of it; but when it's properly curled, and
puckered up, and frizzed about, it won't show--nor the feather neither,
sir; so, by your leave, here goes, sir;" and, after about a quarter of
an hour's more labor, he succeeded in parting it right down the middle
of the head, bringing it out into a bold curl towards each eyebrow, and
giving our friend quite a new and very fascinating appearance, even in
his own eyes. And as for the color--it really was not so very marked,
after all; a little purple-hued and mottled, to be sure, in parts, but
not to a degree to attract the eye of a casual observer. Twirl having
declared, at length, his labors completed--regarding Titmouse's head
with a look of proud satisfaction--Titmouse paid him half a crown, and
also ordered a pot of ostrich grease and of rhinoceros marrow, (the one
being _suet_, the other _lard_, differently scented and colored,) and
was soon left at liberty to proceed with the important duties of the
toilet. It took him a good while; but in the end he was supremely
successful. He wore black tights, (_i. e._ pantaloons fitting closely to
his legs, and tied round his ankles with black ribbons,) silk stockings,
and shoes with glittering silver buckles. His white neckerchief was tied
with great elegance, not a superfluous wrinkle being visible in it. His
shirt-front of lace, had two handsome diamond pins, connected together
by a little delicate gold chain, glistening in the midst of it. Then he
had a white waistcoat edge, next a crimson one, and lastly a glorious
sky-blue satin waistcoat, spangled all over with gold flowers
inwrought--and across it hung his new gold watch-guard, and his silver
guard for his eyeglass, producing an inconceivably fine effect. His coat
was of a light brown, of exquisite cut, fitting him as closely as if he
had been born in it, and with burnished brass buttons, of sugar-loaf
shape. 'Twas padded also with great judgment, and really took off more
of his round-shouldered awkwardness of figure than any coat he had ever
worn before. Then he had a fine white pocket-handkerchief, soaked in
lavender water; and immaculate white kid gloves. Thus habited, he stood
before his glass, bowing fifty different times, and adjusting his
expression to various elegant forms of address. He was particularly
struck with the combined effect of the two curls of his hair towards
each eye, and the hair underneath his chin curved upwards on each side
of his mouth in complete symmetry. I have ascertained from Mr. Titmouse
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