Don't move, Mr.James." He addressed Mr.James, but he was looking at the shelves as he spoke, and, with the habit of a book-hunter, taking down the volumes, looking at the title-pages and replacing them; under his arm he carried a single volume in old leather binding.
Mr.James nodded his head, but did disturb himself; in fact, he rose with a scowl upon his face, and followed this polite old gentlemen all round the shop, placing himself close to his elbow.

One might almost suppose that he suspected him, so close and assiduous was his assistance.

But the visitor, accepting these attentions as if they were customary, and the result of high breeding, went slowly round the shelves, taking down book after book, but buying none.

Presently he smiled again, and said that he must be moving on, and very politely thanked Mr.James for his kindness.
"Nowhere," he was so good as to say, "does one get so much personal kindness and attention as at Emblem's.

Good-morning, Mr.James; good-morning, my friend." Mr.James grunted; and closed the door after him.
"Ugh!" he said with disgust, "I know you; I know your likes.