"Yes. What do you think of his looks?"
"A very homely individual."
"Wouldn't take him for a heart-smasher?"
"I guess not."
"Well, he's turned more girls' heads, I suppose, than any other man in New York."
"H'm! a matinee idol, I suppose," grunted Dr. Instantaneous.
"Wrong. He's the manufacturer of the celebrated Madame Justine's hair bleach."
"Well, doctor," I rattled on, "days are getting pretty short now. Why, d'ye know the ink doesn't seem to have time to dry on a thirty-day note before it's due. But tell me, doctor, have you seen Prof. Bigsby since he came back from Martinique?"