I am going to get my hair cut. But I must first mention the matter to
my wife.
Why do I do this? It is not because I am a coward, for there are few
men who are in reality braver than I am. I carried my firstborn in my
arms round the drawing-room when she was a week old, and I have done
other things equally brave, the enumeration of which I spare you.
But I could no more think of getting my hair cut without previously
informing my wife than I could think of wearing a top hat in the
Strand.
I know what will happen when I have told my wife. She will look up and
say, "That's right; you always do it."