So again the elder young lady, seizing her opportunity, made appeal.
What the Soldier dared not do.
"I cannot," persisted the officer, who, having been looking forward to a morning with two of the prettiest girls in Dresden, was also feeling mad.
"I dare not be seen speaking to a hairdresser.

You must get rid of him." "But we can't," said the girl.

"We do not know enough German, and he can't, or he won't, understand us.

For goodness sake come and help us.
We'll be spending the whole morning with him if you don't." The German officer said he was desolate.

Steps would be taken--later in the week--the result of which would probably be to render that young hairdresser prematurely bald.