He also formed a brotherly intimacy with a lame donkey belonging to the sexton, and used to feed him with _pate de foie gras_ sandwiches, specially prepared by Wiggleswick, until he was authoritatively informed that raw carrots would be more acceptable.

To see the two of them side by side watching the ducks in the pond wag their tails was a touching spectacle.
Another amenity in Septimus's peaceful existence was Emmy.
Being at this time out of an engagement, she paid various flying visits to Nunsmere, bringing with her an echo of comic opera and an odor of _Peau d'Espagne_.

She dawned on Septimus's horizon like a mischievous and impertinent planet, so different from Zora, the great fixed star of his heaven, yet so pretty, so twinkling, so artlessly and so obviously revolving round some twopenny-halfpenny sun of her own, that he took her, with Wiggleswick, the ducks and the donkey, into his close comradeship.

It was she who had ordained the carrots.

She had hair like golden thistledown, and the dainty, blonde skin that betrays every motion of the blood.