"It's not very bad," he protested, putting his hand to his hair.
"Pretty bad," I laughed; "there's a little brown left, but it's mostly tinged with grey."
"And my tie?" he asked, with a funny and almost resigned expression upon his face.
I put my head on one side to consider.
"Lavender would be—too bridal. I think grey or black and white."
"Whatever are you two talking about?" asked Dimbie.
"Colours. We were just considering what would best suit a man with iron-grey hair."
"But I'm not grey," said Dimbie.
"No, dear."
"Well, what do you mean?"