I'll remember that you gave it to me.

But I won't keep yer talisman.

'Ere, see--" he made a pretence to spit on it--"that's for luck.

Barney Bill's luck, and good wishes." So Paul pocketed the heart again, immensely relieved by his friend's magnanimity, and the little sentimental episode was over.
A month later, when Barney Bill started on his solitary winter pilgrimage in the South of England, he left behind him a transmogrified Paul, a Paul, thanks to his munificence, arrayed in decent garments, including collar and tie (insignia of caste) and an overcoat (symbol of luxury), for which Paul was to repay him out of his future earnings; a Paul lodged in a small but comfortable third-floor-back, a bedroom all to himself, with a real bed, mattress, pillow, sheets, and blankets all complete, and a looking-glass, and a stand with ewer and basin so beautiful that, at first, Paul did not dare wash for fear of making the water dirty; a Paul already engaged for a series of sittings by Mr.
Cyrus Rowlatt, R.A., his head swimming with the wonder of the fashionable painter's studio; a Paul standing in radiant confidence upon the brink of life.
"Sonny," said Barney Bill, when he said good-bye, "d'yer see them there lovely lace-up boots you've got on ?" "Ay," said Paul, regarding them complacently.
"Well, they've got to take yer all the way up the hill, like the young man what's his name ?--Excelsure--in the piece of poetry you recite; but they'll only do it if they continues to fit.

Don't get too big for 'em.
At any rate, wait till they're worn out and yer can buy another pair with yer own money." Paul grinned, because he did not know what else to do, so as to show his intellectual appreciation of the parable; but in his heart, for all his gratitude, he thought Barney bill rather a prosy moralizer.