She hardly knew him, so altered was he in appearance. He wore a neat business suit, with derby hat and gloves. His hair trimmed and carefully brushed, was more wavy and glossy than usual, and a close shave threw into still greater relief the academic outline of his features. The change was so remarkable that at first she hardly recognized him. But when she heard the familiar rich tones of his deep, manly voice, no further doubt was possible.
"I've come to say good-by," he said, with a smile.
"What a change!" she exclaimed, with an effort to appear light-hearted and at ease.
He made no answer for a moment, embarrassed as to what to say. Then he replied:
"Yes—I do look a little different, don't I? It's wonderful what clothes will do. No wonder they are the world's only standard!"
"Come and sit here and tell me about it."
She led the way to the low recess at the bay-window, and, sinking down on the cushions, she motioned him to take a seat opposite.
"Tell me," she repeated, "what good fairy has worked this transformation?"
He smiled as he replied:
"Things have changed a little for the better."