Edward. Yes.
Morris. Well, now, I'm going to try you. Here, do you see these things? I found them in your pockets. This gold watch, this pocket book full of money, this yellow pin, with a little ball in the middle of it, which looks like glass—I really thought it was glass, and the pin copper, but they say it is a diamond set in gold, and worth more than all the rest. Then I asked Mrs. Langdon if she had given me all these grand things to do just as I pleased with. She said, "Certainly"—and I have come as fast as ever I could with them to you!—take them!
Edward. Thank you. I'd rather you kept them.
Morris. Do you refuse your brother?
Edward. What could I do with such finery—they do not suit my humble station?
Morris. But it is not for yourself that I give them.
Edward. I don't understand you.
Morris. They are for your poor mother; for your father who works so hard, and is so patient and good. To scrape together money enough to pay his rent troubles him dreadfully; and so the very first time the landlord comes, give him all these gimcracks, on condition that he leaves him alone for the rest of the year.
Edward. Yes, I will do this; give them to me.
Morris. Here they are. Will you promise me one thing more?