In view of those verses I could suggest no plan for relief, and my one poor morsel of encouragement had been stonily rejected.
Eustace went the mad pace.

So did Arthur Updyke.

It was rather to be expected of Arthur, however.

His duties at the City Drug Store seemed to encourage a debonair lightness of conduct.

He treated his blond ringlets assiduously from the stock of pomades; he was as fastidious about his fingernails as we might expect one to be in an environment of manicure implements and nail beautifiers; it was his privilege to make free with the varied assortment of perfumes--a privilege he forewent in no degree; his taste in tooth-powders was widely respected; and in moments of leisure, while he leaned upon a showcase awaiting custom, he was wont to draw a slender comb from an upper waistcoat pocket and pass it delicately through his small but perfect mustache.