“Monsieur le Baron,” said he, “it is not only a matter of conscience, but a matter of state.”
“Conscience, I can understand that, Master Cadenette, but state! What the devil has the honorable guild of wigmakers to do with politics?”
“What, Monsieur le Baron?” said Cadenette, all the while getting ready to dress his client’s hair; “you ask me that? You, an aristocrat!”
“Hush, Cadenette!”
“Monsieur le Baron, we ci-devants can say that to each other.”
“So you are a ci-devant?”
“To the core! In what style shall I dress M. le Baron’s hair?”
“Dog’s ears, and tied up behind.”
“With a dash of powder?”
“Two, if you like, Cadenette.”