'and then you'll be so precious ugly that they'll raise your salary.'
'But I don't want to be ugly,' cried the artist.
'Don't be an ass,' said Michael, who hated beards and was delighted to destroy one. 'Off with it like a man!'
'Of course, if you insist,' said Pitman; and then he sighed, fetched some hot water from the kitchen, and setting a glass upon his easel, first clipped his beard with scissors and then shaved his chin. He could not conceal from himself, as he regarded the result, that his last claims to manhood had been sacrificed, but Michael seemed delighted.
'A new man, I declare!' he cried. 'When I give you the window-glass spectacles I have in my pocket, you'll be the beau-ideal of a French commercial traveller.'
Pitman did not reply, but continued to gaze disconsolately on his image in the glass.
'Do you know,' asked Michael, 'what the Governor of South Carolina said to the Governor of North Carolina? "It's a long time between drinks," observed that powerful thinker; and if you will put your hand into the top left-hand pocket of my ulster, I have an impression you will find a flask of brandy. Thank you, Pitman,' he added, as he filled out a
