'He must be a nice man to live in such a nice house.
I almost feel I know him.

_I'll try his Cure_.' Don't you think it's a colossal idea ?" He looked questioningly into three embarrassed faces.

Emmy, in spite of her own preoccupation, suppressed a giggle.

There was a moment's silence, which was broken by Septimus's mild voice: "I think, by means of levers running down to the line and worked by the trains as they passed, I could invent a machine for throwing little boxes of samples from the board into the railway carriage windows." Emmy burst out laughing.

"Come and show me how you would do it." She linked her arm in his and dragged him down to the line, where she spoke with mirthful disrespect of Sypher's Cure.