To send them back would be ungracious, seeing that he had saved her a hundred francs and had cured her imaginary sunburn.
She took up the card and laughed.

It was like him to name his residence "The Kurhaus." She would never know him in his private capacity, for the simple reason that he hadn't one.

The roses were an advertisement.

So Turner unpacked the basket, and while Zora was putting the roses into water she wondered whether Mr.Sypher's house was decorated with pictorial advertisements of the cure instead of pictures.

Her woman's instinct, however, caused the reflection that the roses must have cost more than all the boxes of the cure she could buy in a lifetime.
Septimus was dutifully waiting for her in the hall.