“Don’t be alarmed, I’ll do it myself, and charge you nothing.”
“Indeed you will not do it yourself, brother. My watch goes very well, when it’s left alone.—Do me the favour to hand it to me.”
Nicholas shut up the watch, and handed it to his brother over the table. “It ought not to go well in that state, brother.”
“But I tell you that it does, brother,” replied John, putting the watch into his fob.
“I have brought the things that I mentioned, sir,” said Newton, taking them out of his handkerchief.
“Very well, have you the inventory?”
“Yes, sir, here it is.”
“Number 1. A diamond ring.”
“Number 2. —.”
“I should rather think that they were Number 3,” observed Nicholas, who had taken up his brother’s spectacles. “You’re not very short-sighted, brother.”