Since nobody knew he had them, he stood in no danger.
But there was Kitty's great fire-opal, glowing like a coal on her breast, seeming to breathe as she breathed.

It was almost as large as a crown-piece.
During lulls Thomas dreamed.

He was going to give himself until thirty to make his fortune; and he was going to make it down there in the wilds of South America.

But invariably the sleepy mocking eyes of Lord Monckton brought him back to earth, jarringly.
Once, Kitty caught Thomas gazing malevolently at Lord Monckton.

No love lost between them, evidently.