This scene created for him then a tradition of imperishable beauty that would never fade again.

The world after that night would be a more magical place than it had ever been before.

"Turn again, Whittington" continued the education that the Toy Village and Hamlet had already advanced.
When the gas rose once again, sizzling like crackling bacon, he was white with excitement.

The only remark that he made was: "It's much better than the pictures outside Martin's, isn't it, Uncle Samuel ?" to which Uncle Samuel, who had been railing for weeks at the deflowering of Polchester by those abominable posters, could truthfully reply, "Much better." Little by little he withdrew himself from the other world and realised his own.

He could see that he and his uncle were certainly not amongst the Quality.