She noted that he was more spruce than usual, in a new gray cashmere suit, and that his brown boots shone dazzlingly, like agates.

They went out together, and the first person who met their eyes was the Friend of Humanity sunning himself in the square and feeding the pigeons with bread crumbs from a paper bag.

As soon as he saw Zora he emptied his bag and crossed over.
"Good morning, Mrs.Middlemist.Good morning, Mr.Dix.Used the cure?
I see you have, Mrs.Middlemist.

Isn't it wonderful?
If you'd only go about Monte Carlo with an inscription 'Try Sypher's Cure!' What an advertisement! I'd have you one done in diamonds! And how did you find it, Mr.Dix ?" "I--oh!" murmured Septimus.

"I forgot about it last night--and this morning I found I hadn't any brown boot polish--I--" "Used the cure ?" cried Zora, aghast.
"Yes," said Septimus, timidly.