"A great fiddlestick," cried the plump dame. "What nonsense! Now I'm going to just dust over and put down all the jools we have in the iron chest. Mr Barclay's securities, and some that he has bought. He always likes me to look over them now and then, and mark off any that have been sold or let out, and so on. You'll help me, won't you?" "Willingly," said Claire sadly. "That's a dear. Look there on the other side of the way. It's Mr Linnell again. He's looking up. Go to the window, and return his bow, my dear." "No, no, I could not," cried Claire excitedly. "Well, then, my dear, I must," said Mrs Barclay, suiting the action to the word, and not only bowing, but kissing her plump hands to Linnell again and again. "There he goes," she exclaimed. "Poor young man! I don't know whose fault it is, but some one's wrong; and I don't like to see two who ought to be helpmeets keeping at a distance for nothing." Claire's brow contracted, but she said no word, while, after diving into a pocket somewhere beneath her voluminous skirts, Mrs Barclay brought out a bunch of bright keys, with one of which she opened a great cabinet in a dark corner of the bric-a-brac filled room. "Here's where we keep the jools, my dear," she said, as she took another key and fitted it in a large iron safe within the cabinet. "My Jo-si-ah says that no housebreakers could open that iron chest if they tried for a week. Now, you help me. Hold your apron and I'll fill it. Then we'll lay the cases on the table and look at them, and compare them with the books, and then put 'em away again." Claire smiled sadly as the eager little woman plunged her plump arm into the safe and brought out, one after the other, the quaint, old-fashioned morocco cases of every shape and size; and these were duly laid upon the table, on whose cloth a space had been cleared. Along with these was a canvas bag of the kind used in a bank for sovereigns, and a couple of chamois leather bags of similar size and shape. "That's about all," said Mrs Barclay, bustling about with her eyes beaming and her cheeks showing what an artist would term high lights. "Now we'll have a good look at 'em, my dear; all grand people of title's family jewels that they've had to sell or pledge through gambling at the tables. Ah, a very nasty sort of trade, my dear, buying and lending on them; but, as Jo-si-ah says, some people will be fools, and if he didn't make money from them other folks would." She placed a chair for Claire, and another for herself; and then, opening a drawer, she took out a ruddy piece of wash-leather, and what seemed to be an ivory tooth-brush that had grown out of knowledge, and a nail-brush in a state of consumption. "I always give 'em a brush up, my dear, before I put 'em away. Jo-si-ah likes to see 'em kept in good order. He says they look so much more valuable when they're brought out."