The outrage was complete. Edwin removed his own watch and dropped it into the pocket of his trousers, substituting for it the gold one.
“There, father!” exclaimed Auntie Hamps proudly, surveying the curve of the Albert on her nephew’s waistcoat.
“Ay!” Darius murmured, and sank back on the pillow with a sigh of relief.
“Thanks, father,” Edwin muttered, reddening. “But there was no occasion.”
“Now you see what it is to be a good son!” Auntie Hamps observed.
Darius murmured indistinctly.
“What is it?” she asked, bending down.
“I must have his,” said Darius. “I must have a watch here.”
“He wants your old one in exchange,” Clara explained eagerly.
Edwin smiled, discovering a certain alleviation in this shrewd demand of his father’s, and he drew out the silver Geneva.