Her eyes were fixed on the man.

She trembled--she whispered, "Who is he ?" Julian spoke to the police officer without answering her.
"Wait there," he said, pointing to a chair in the most distant corner of the room.

"I will speak to you directly." The man advanced to the chair, marching to the discord of his creaking boots.

He privately valued the carpet at so much a yard as he walked over it.

He privately valued the chair at so much the dozen as he sat down on it.