"Yes, you have: that head—that is very fine, deuce take me! Let me look, I say, or I'll give you the devil in my next salon."
"You are quite capable of it."
"Yes, when you deserve it; but as to that head, it is superb, and one cannot help admiring it. What is it to be?"
"Do you suppose I know?"
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"You will confer a favor on me."
"Make a sibyl of it. Then you can arrange the hair as you please, it doesn't make any difference."
"Stay! that's an idea."
"And then you don't compromise the person it resembles."
"Does it resemble any one?"