Pitt once more brought the conversation back to the timber, but the Baronet was deaf again in an instant.
"I'm gittin' very old, and have been cruel bad this year with the lumbago. I shan't be here now for long;but I'm glad ee've come, daughter-in-law. I like your face, Lady Jane: it's got none of the damned highboned Binkie look in it; and I'll give ee something pretty, my dear, to go to Court in." And he shuffled across the room to a cupboard, from which he took a little old case containing jewels of some value. "Take that," said he, "my dear; it belonged to my mother, and afterwards to the first Lady Binkie. Pretty pearls—never gave 'em the ironmonger's daughter. No, no.Take 'em and put 'em up quick," said he, thrusting the case into his daughter's hand, and clapping the door of the cabinet to, as Horrocks entered with a salver and refreshments.