"Quite sure you haven't anything in the nature of an eruption on you?" "Good Lord, no. Of course not," said Septimus, startled out of a dreamy contemplation of the two little red boxes. "That's a pity. It would have been so nice to cure you. Ah!" said he, with a keen glance up the room. "There's Lord Rebenham. I must enquire after his eczema. You won't forget me now. Clem Sypher.