“I have made a most wretched discovery,” said he, after a short pause.⁠—“I have been here a week tomorrow⁠—half my time. I never knew days fly so fast. A week tomorrow!⁠—And I have hardly begun to enjoy myself. But just got acquainted with Mrs. Weston, and others!⁠—I hate the recollection.”

“Perhaps you may now begin to regret that you spent one whole day, out of so few, in having your hair cut.”

“No,” said he, smiling, “that is no subject of regret at all. I have no pleasure in seeing my friends, unless I can believe myself fit to be seen.”