And as he thought and thought, he recalled another thing that had happened that morning, which, although it seemed a mere accident, might have something to do with what had happened since.

His father had intended going on the stand at King's Cross that morning, and had turned into Gray's Inn Lane to drive there, when they found the way blocked up, and upon inquiry were informed that a stack of chimneys had been blown down in the night, and had fallen across the road.

They were just clearing the rubbish away.

Diamond's father turned, and made for Charing Cross.
That night the father and mother had a great deal to talk about.
"Poor things!" said the mother.

"it's worse for them than it is for us.
You see they've been used to such grand things, and for them to come down to a little poky house like that--it breaks my heart to think of it." "I don't know" said Diamond thoughtfully, "whether Mrs.Coleman had bells on her toes." "What do you mean, child ?" said his mother.
"She had rings on her fingers, anyhow," returned Diamond.
"Of course she had, as any lady would.