MAID.
Oh, miladi, the perruquier who taught me said always that a good hairdresser could express every mood and every passion of the human heart.
LADY FREDERICK.
Good heavens, you don't mean to say you can do all that?
MAID.
Miladi, he said I was his best pupil.
LADY FREDERICK.
Very well. Express--express a great crisis in my affairs.
MAID.
That is the easiest thing in the world, miladi. I bring the hair rather low on the forehead, and that expresses a crisis in her ladyship's affairs.
LADY FREDERICK.
But I always wear my hair low on the forehead.
MAID.
Then it is plain her ladyship's affairs are always in a critical condition.
LADY FREDERICK.
So they are. I never thought of that.
MERESTON.
You've got awfully stunning hair, Lady Frederick.
LADY FREDERICK.
D'you like it, really?
MERESTON.
The colour's perfectly beautiful.
LADY FREDERICK.
It ought to be. It's frightfully expensive.
MERESTON.
You don't mean to say it's dyed?
LADY FREDERICK.
Oh, no. Only touched up. That's quite a different thing.
MERESTON.
Is it?
LADY FREDERICK.
It's like superstition, you know, which is what other people believe. My friends dye their hair, but I only touch mine up. Unfortunately, it costs just as much.
MERESTON.
And you have such a lot.
LADY FREDERICK.
Oh, heaps. [_She opens a drawer and takes out a long switch._] Give him a bit to look at.
MAID.
Yes, miladi.
[_She gives it to him._
MERESTON.
Er--yes. [_Not knowing what on earth to say._] How silky it is.
LADY FREDERICK.
A poor thing, but mine own. At least, I paid for it. By the way, have I paid for it yet, Angelique?
MAID.
Not yet, miladi. But the man can wait.
LADY FREDERICK.
[_Taking it from_ MERESTON.] A poor thing, then, but my hairdresser's.
Shall I put it on?
MERESTON.
I wouldn't, if I were you.
MAID.