ButJolly，inhisbedroomnarrowasaghost，laywithahandbeneathhischeekanddreamedhewaswithValinoneboat，rowingaraceagainsthim，whilehisfatherwascallingfromthetowpath：
’Two！Getyourhandsawaythere，blessyou！’
CHAPTERII
SOAMESPUTSITTOTHETOUCH
OfallthoseradiantfirmswhichemblazonwiththeirwindowstheWestEndofLondon，GavesandCortegalwereconsideredbySoamesthemost’attractive’wordjustcomingintofashion。HehadneverhadhisUncleSwithin’stasteinpreciousstones，andtheabandonmentbyIrenewhenshelefthishousein1887ofalltheglitteringthingshehadgivenherhaddisgustedhimwiththisformofinvest-ment。Buthestillknewadiamondwhenhesawone，andduringtheweekbeforeherbirthdayhehadtakenoccasion，onhiswayintothePoultryorhiswayouttherefrom，todallyalittlebeforethegreaterjewellerswhereonegot，ifnotone’smoney’sworth，atleastacertaincachetwiththegoods。