He'd be glad when they were out of the house.
The only gift that appealed to his fancy was a brooch, neither rich nor new, a genuine bit of old jewelry.

But rather to his annoyance he learned that it had been sent to Laura by the old Galician Jew in the shop around the corner.

It recalled to his mind the curious friendship which had existed for so long between the old man and his daughter.

And as she turned the brooch to the light Roger thought he saw in her eyes anticipations which made him uneasy.

Yes, she was a child of his.