He also follows with his eyes, the toss of Venus's head: as if to seek a direction to over yonder.
'I took an interest in that discovery in the river,' says Venus.
(She hadn't written her cutting refusal at that time.) I've got up there--never mind, though.' He had raised the candle at arm's length towards one of the dark shelves, and Mr Wegg had turned to look, when he broke off.
'The old gentleman was well known all round here.

There used to be stories about his having hidden all kinds of property in those dust mounds.

I suppose there was nothing in 'em.

Probably you know, Mr Wegg ?' 'Nothing in 'em,' says Wegg, who has never heard a word of this before.
'Don't let me detain you.

Good night!' The unfortunate Mr Venus gives him a shake of the hand with a shake of his own head, and drooping down in his chair, proceeds to pour himself out more tea.