The more he was ordinarily shed abroad, diffused in the life of sensation and boundless mental curiosity, the blacker were these rare moments of self-consciousness, when all the world seemed pain, an iron vice which pinched and tortured him.
At last he went to his door, pulled it gently open, and with bare feet went across to Louie's room, which he entered with infinite caution.

The moonlight was streaming in on the poor gauds, which lay wildly scattered over the floor.

David looked at them with amazement.

Amongst them he saw something glittering.

He picked it up, saw it was a gold necklace which had been his mother's, and carefully put it on the little toilet table.
Then he walked on to the bed.