"I should have loved to have done something for you; perhaps I may some day--lion and the mouse, you know.

It's a rum world.

You'll find my address on the manuscript," he added, shyly, as she rose.
He did not follow her; but later in the afternoon Celia caught sight of him seated at the farther end of the Reading Room.

He was looking in her direction, but, as his eyes met hers, he dropped them and bent over his work.

It was evident that he had changed his place lest she should think he was intruding on her.
As she entered the courtyard of Brown's Buildings, Celia bought an evening paper.