"It's abominable, sir—oderous; and then your hair—"
"My hair?" said Verty, pulling at a curl.
"Yes, sir—it is preposterous, sir. Did any body ever!"
And Miss Sallianna carried her eyes to heaven.
"I don't know," Verty said; "but it feels better."
"It may, sir; but you must cut it off if you come again."
Verty hesitated.
"I thought—" he began.
"Well, sir?"
"I was thinking," said the young man, feeling a vague idea that he was going wrong—"I thought that you were not so very particular, as you are only a school-mistress, and not one of those fine ladies I have seen riding by in their carriages. They might think some ceremony needed—"