"Finest thing in the world, Sir. It's a treat to see hair like this. Just a bit 'endy,' but singeing will soon put that right."
Even had I been blind I should have discovered that I was undergoing the process.
"What would you like for the shampoo, Sir? Eau de Quinine—Violet—"
"I don't think—"
My feeble protest was cut short.
"I always recommend Violet," he said, sprinkling my head profusely.
More rubbing, more towels, more electricity and finally a brush and comb.
"I've a hair-lotion here, Sir—"
"No, thank you."