His method of taking in Blackstone seemed absorbing as it was novel.
"Comparing notes, I daresay," whispered Mr.Thompson to Sir Austin.

"I call that study!" The confidential clerk rose, and bowed obsequious senility.
"Is it like this every day, Beazley ?" Mr.Thompson asked with parental pride.
"Ahem!" the old clerk replied, "he is like this every day, sir.

I could not ask more of a mouse." Sir Austin stepped forward to the desk.

His proximity roused one of Ripton's senses, which blew a pall to the others.

Down went the lid of the desk.