But she went to a point whence she could see the building, and for some minutes stood looking at it.

Was he still within--Mr.Egremont?
Those books would take him a long time to put on the shelves.

As she looked someone came out from the door; Mr.Egremont himself.

She turned and almost ran in her desire to escape his notice.
He was going home.

Even whilst hurrying, she tried to imagine how he was going to spend his evening.