“Madame de Léry.—Autant j’adore le lilas, autant je déteste le bleu.
Mathilde.—C’est la couleur de la constance.
Madame de Léry.—Bah! c’est la couleur des perruquiers.”
Un Caprice.
Those professors of shaving and hairdressing, whose poles, painted red or black alternating with white, still decorate our streets, commit therefore a great mistake in using either of these two colours. “True like the needle to the pole,” as Lieutenant Taffril wrote to Jenny Caxon (“To cast up to her that her father’s a barber and has a pole at his door, and that she’s but a manty-maker hersel! Fy for shame!”), they should confine themselves to the colour of constancy—and of the hairdressers; unless, indeed, they should happen to unite tooth-drawing to their other avocations, in which case they might perhaps, in strict right, be entitled to set up the red or black stripe of the barber-surgeons. [↑]
[297] Die gheleghentheyt diente van ons waer ghenomen te zijn—it was important for us to avail ourselves of the opportunity. [↑]
[298] Alle de deuren waren toe ghewaeyt—all the doors were blown to. [↑]