But he had to get to London-to get there gloriously; so that when the turn of Fortune's wheel enabled him to seek again these wonderful friends in the aristocratic sphere to which he belonged, he could come among them untarnished, the conquering prince.

But that miserable guinea! He racked his brains.

There was his gold watch and chain, a symbol, to his young mind, of high estate.

When he had bought it there crossed his mind the silly thought of its signification of the infinite leagues that lay between him and Billy Goodge.

He could pawn it for ten pounds--it would be like pawning his heart's blood--but where?
Not in Morebury, even supposing there was a pawnbroker's in the place.