That's more like it.

That's ..." he squirmed his thumb in a circle round a lamp globe painted white.
"A pretty solid piece of work," said Jacob, straddling his legs in front of it.

"But what I wish you'd explain ..." Miss Jinny Carslake, pale, freckled, morbid, came into the room.
"Oh Jinny, here's a friend.Flanders.An Englishman.Wealthy.

Highly connected.

Go on, Flanders...." Jacob said nothing.
"It's THAT--that's not right," said Jinny Carslake.
"No," said Cruttendon decidedly.