You won't forget me now.

Clem Sypher.

Friend of Humanity." He bowed and withdrew, walking kindly and broad-shouldered trough the crowd, like a benevolent deity, the latest thing in AEsculapiuses, among his devotees.
"What am I to do with these ?" asked Septimus, holding out the boxes.
"You had better give me mine, or heaven knows what will become of it," said Zora, and she put it in her little chain bag, with her handkerchief, purse, and powder-puff.
The next morning she received an enormous basket of roses and a bundle of newspapers; also a card, bearing the inscription "Mr.Clem Sypher.

The Kurhaus.

Kilburn Priory, N.W." She frowned ever so little at the flowers.
To accept them would be to accept Mr.Sypher's acquaintance in his private and Kilburn Priory capacity.