The same aperture which enabled him to see out, enabled Jan to see in.
"Why! what's up ?" cried unceremonious Jan.
Jan might well ask it.

The room contained a table, a desk or two, some sets of drawers, and other receptacles for the custody of papers.

All these were turned out, desks and drawers alike stood open, and their contents, a mass of papers, were scattered everywhere.
The doctor could not, in good manners, shut the door right in his proposed new partner's face.

He opened it an inch or two more.

His own face was purple: it wore a startled, perplexed look, and the drops of moisture had gathered on his forehead.