“So do I, especially Turk's. But they're vastly convenient, just the same. In a couple of days Turk won't know himself when he looks in the mirror. I believe I'll try to cultivate a bunch.”
“I'm sure they would improve you very much,” said Lady Jane, aggressively. “What is your idea as to color?”
“Well, I rather fancy a nice amber. I can get one color as easily as another. Have you a preference?”
“I think pink or blue would become you, Dickey. But don't let my prejudices influence you. Of course, it can't make any difference, because I won't recognize you, you know.”
“In other words, if I don't cut my whiskers you'll cut me?”
“Dead.”
“Lots of nice men have whiskers.”
“And so do the goats.”
“But a brigand always has a full set—in the opera, at least.”
“You are only a brigand's apprentice, and, besides, this isn't an opera. It is a society tragedy.”