"Can you carry so many jewels about with you, sir?"
"So many? Aye, ten times as many. Why they are all in a little narrow case, that would not hold a pair of razors."
"Indeed!"
Todd began the shaving.
"And so this is your little boy? A sharp lad, no doubt."
"Tolerable."
"The whiskers as they are, sir?"
"Oh, yes—yes."
"I suppose you never trust him out alone in the streets?"
"Oh, yes; often."