"I'm getting quite used to it! But I say, I can see a better way of making a fortune than keeping in the diamond business." "What is it ?" said West carelessly.

He was listening to the roar of the enemy's guns and the crash of shells, for the Boers were keeping up their bombardment right into the night.
"I mean to go into the gunpowder trade, and--oh dear, how--" West waited for the words that should have followed a long-drawn yawn, but none came, for the simple reason that Ingleborough was fast asleep.
Ten minutes later, in the face of his suggestions to the contrary, and in spite of the steady regular discharge of artillery, sending huge shells into the place, West was just as fast asleep, and dreaming of Anson sitting gibbering at him as he played the part of a monkey filling his cheeks with nuts till the pouches were bulged out as if he were suffering from a very bad attack of mumps.

The odd part of it was that when he took out and tried to crack one of the nuts in his teeth he could not, from the simple fact that they were diamonds..