In a Powder Closet

Early Eighteenth Century

My very excellent young person,Since Fate has destined you to play the rôle of coiffeur,You will permit that I admire your quite unsurpassed skill,Together with your polished, if a trifle over-pronounced, manners,Without by an inch lessening the distanceWhich the hazard of birth and the artifice of customHave placed between us.My mirror tells me that you are a personable man;But, indeed, it is my own image in this same mirrorWhich most occupies my attention.That such a subject as I offerEngages you to put forth your best effortsIs only natural;That I should remain indifferent is equally so.Be satisfied that the exigencies of your professionAdmit you to privileges from which a more exalted station would exclude you.My maid will, I am sure, be most happy to accommodate herself to your wishes,She is a worthy girl and entertains a not unjustifiable belief in my continued recognition of her services.The spray of heliotrope is well placed.Do you think a patch just here—at the corner of the eye?Ah, yes. It adds perceptibly.You are, Sir, a consummate artist.To-morrow at four I shall expect you.