it _did_ seem like taking advantage of his condition." "Advantage?
Appearances?
What do you mean, sir ?" The Major turned resentfully, and at the same instant recollected that he wore no wig.

He blushed, His hand went up to his scalp.
"Makes a difference," said Mr.Sturge.

"Allow me." He drew from the breast of his shirt a small pocket mirror.

"I carry it always.
Useful--tittivate myself--in the wings." "The wings ?" echoed the Major dully, taking the glass.

He gazed into it and started back with a cry.
What an image was there confronting him! Was this the face of Troy's Chief Magistrate?
(forgive the blank verse).