HOW THE DIAMOND INTRODUCES HIM TO A STILL MORE FASHIONABLE PLACE To tell the truth, though, about the pin, although I mentioned it almost the last thing in the previous chapter, I assure you it was by no means the last thing in my thoughts.

It had come home from Mr.Polonius's, as I said, on Saturday night; and Gus and I happened to be out enjoying ourselves, half-price, at Sadler's Wells; and perhaps we took a little refreshment on our way back: but that has nothing to do with my story.
On the table, however, was the little box from the jeweller's; and when I took it out,--_my_, how the diamond did twinkle and glitter by the light of our one candle! "I'm sure it would light up the room of itself," says Gus.

"I've read they do in--in history." It was in the history of Cogia Hassan Alhabbal, in the "Arabian Nights," as I knew very well.

But we put the candle out, nevertheless, to try.
"Well, I declare to goodness it does illuminate the old place!" says Gus; but the fact was, that there was a gas-lamp opposite our window, and I believe that was the reason why we could see pretty well.

At least in my bedroom, to which I was obliged to go without a candle, and of which the window looked out on a dead wall, I could not see a wink, in spite of the Hoggarty diamond, and was obliged to grope about in the dark for a pincushion which Somebody gave me (I don't mind owning it was Mary Smith), and in which I stuck it for the night.