But Blix had changed all that.

A sudden male force had begun to develop in Condy.

A master-emotion had shaken him, and he had commenced to see and to feel the serious, more abiding, and perhaps the sterner side of life.

Blix had steadied him, there was no denying that.

He was not quite the same boyish, hairbrained fellow who had made "a buffoon of himself" in the Chinese restaurant, three months before.
The cars had stopped running by the time Condy reached the street.