"Your hair!" repeated Brooke. "H'm—well, that is a puzzle!"
"It will interfere with anything like a real disguise, of course."
"Well, I suppose it would. In which case we can only hope not to come near enough to the enemy to be closely inspected."
"Had I not better cut it off?" said Miss Talbot.
"What!" exclaimed Brooke, with amazement in his face.
Miss Talbot repeated her question.
"Cut off your hair—that hair!" said Brooke. "What a horrible idea!"
"Will you cut it?"
"Never!" said Brooke, fervently.
"Shall I?"