Look, look, Septimus!' she cried. For Dr. Holmes had told her to make her husband (who had nothing whatever seriously the matter with him but was a little out of sorts) take an interest in things outside himself. So, though Septimus, looking up, they are signalling to me. Not indeed in actual words; that is, he could not read the language yet; but it was plain enough, this beauty, this exquisite beauty...Tears ran down his cheeks. It was toffee; they were advertising toffee, a nursemaid told Rezia. What did Dr. Holmes advise Mrs. Septimus to do for her husband?