"You agree to change, then?" said Deronda, observing that the grandmother was listening with delight.
"What else have you got in your pockets?" said Jacob, with deliberative seriousness.
"Hush, hush, Jacob, love," said the grandmother. And Deronda, mindful of discipline, answered,
"I think I must not tell you that. Our business was with the knives."
Jacob looked up into his face scanningly for a moment or two, and apparently arriving at his conclusions, said gravely,
"I'll shwop," handing the cork-screw knife to Deronda, who pocketed it with corresponding gravity.

"You agree to change, then?" said Deronda, observing that the grandmother was listening with delight.
"What else have you got in your pockets?" said Jacob.
"Hush, Jacob, love," said the grandmother. And Deronda answered-
"I think I must not tell you that. Our business was with the knives."
Jacob scanned his face for a moment, before saying gravely-
"I'll shwop," handing the cork-screw knife to Deronda, who pocketed it with equal gravity.
