To his surprise there were fifty pounds in notes and gold, the saving and scrapings of two years.
"Good lad," he murmured approvingly, as he stowed it carefully away in a breast-pocket, and a thrill of pride and pleasure shot through him.
Yes, he must keep it, he thought; he could not affront his young manliness and independence by returning it.

"It is what I should have done in his case," he said to himself.

And then he thought that he would lay out part in buying a keepsake for Anna.

There was a little brooch she had much admired, a mere toy of a thing, a tiny quiver full of arrows, studded with small diamonds and tipped with a pearl.

The shop where they had noticed it was close by, and he would buy it at once.