He stood under a pipe, and received a cataract of cold water on his head.
He was laid on his back; he was laid on his stomach; he was respectfully pounded and kneaded, from head to foot, by the knuckles of accomplished practitioners.

He came out of it all, sleek, clear rosy, beautiful.

He returned to the hotel, and took up the writing materials--and behold the intolerable indecision seized him again, declining to be washed out! This time he laid it all to Anne.

"That infernal woman will be the ruin of me," said Geoffrey, taking up his hat.

"I must try the dumb-bells." The pursuit of the new remedy for stimulating a sluggish brain took him to a public house, kept by the professional pedestrian who had the honor of training him when he contended at Athletic Sports.
"A private room and the dumb-bells!" cried Geoffrey.