He was still fearfully pale--worse even than usual this afternoon, he thought, bending forward and peering into the mirror.

Good heavens! What had happened?
His hair looked almost bright green.

Dash it all, he hadn't green hair at all events.

That was a bit too steep.

And then the green light trembled in the glass; it was the shadow from the tree outside.
Reggie turned away, took out his cigarette case, but remembering how the mater hated him to smoke in his bedroom, put it back again and drifted over to the chest of drawers.