It shone also upon the enameled gold studs of his shirt front, making _them_ glitter; and as he suddenly raised his ungloved hand to stroke his moustache--by which action you know a vain man--a diamond ring he wore gleamed with a light that was positively dazzling.

Involuntarily Barbara thought of the description her brother Richard had given of certain dazzling jewels worn by another.
She watched him advance! He was a handsome man of, perhaps, seven or eight and twenty, tall, slender and well made, his eyes and hair black.
A very pleasant expression sat upon his countenance; and on the left hand he wore a light buff kid glove, and was swinging its fellow by the fingers.

But for the light cast at that moment by the sun, Barbara might not have noticed the jewellery, or connected it in her mind with the other jewellery in that unhappy secret.
"Hallo, Thorn, is that you?
Just step over here." The speaker was Otway Bethel, who was on the opposite side of the street; the spoken to, the gentleman with the jewellery.

But the latter was in a brown study, and did not hear.

Bethel called out again, louder.
"Captain Thorn!" That was heard.