He stepped into the outer office.

He had a word for Venables.

Had Miss Venables seen the new novel by Mr.Bulwer?
It is called "Pelham," and will be amusing to read aloud in the family.

Will Mr.Venables call at Carville's on his way up, have the book charged to Mr.Lawrence Newt, and present it, with Mr.Newt's compliments, to his sister?
If it were summer he opened the window, when it happened to be closed, and stood by it, or drew his chair to it and looked at the ships and the streets, and listened to the sailors swearing when he might have heard merchants, worth two or three hundred thousand dollars apiece, talking about Mrs.Dagon's cotton lace.
One day he sat at his table writing letters.

He was alone in the inner room; but the sun that morning did not see a row of pleasanter faces than were bending over large books in odoriferous red Russia binding, and little books in leather covers, and invoices and sheets of letter paper, in the outer office of Lawrence Newt.
A lad entered the office and stood at the door, impressed by the silent activity he beheld.