He will be in and out asking for 'he' all day long at intervals, and when the interview takes place it will be only for the purpose of having everything already settled explained over to him for the fiftieth time.

His heavy shoes drag slowly down the passage--he will go to the street corner and talk with the carters who come in, and the old women, with their baskets, a-shopping, about 'this yer law job.' There is a swifter step on the lead-covered staircase, and a clerk appears, coming from the upper rooms.

He has a telegram and a letter in one hand, and a bundle of papers in the other.

He shows the telegram and the letter to his fellow clerks--even the grave senior just glances at the contents silently, elevates his eyebrows, and returns to his work.

After a few minutes' talk and a jest or two the clerk rushes upstairs again.
Another caller comes.