The boy of whom we'd spoken was Henry's only son. His name was

Jeffrey, and of course he was called Jeffy, or Jiffy Pop... A father is generally supposed to like his daughter best, and though he did all he could not to show his preference, there was no doubt that the greater share of Henry Garnet's affection was given to his son. He was kind, in a chaffing, casual way, to his daughter. He gave her handsome presents on her birthday and at Christmas; but he doted on Jeffy. Nothing was too good for him. He thought the world of Jeffy, could hardly take his eyes off him. You could not blame him, for Jeffy was a son that any parent might have been proud of.