Look here," said he, opening a folding door at the end of the room.
Jeffreys saw another room, larger than the one he was in, lined with shelves, and crowded on the floor with heaps of books in most admired disorder.
"It was no use," said Mr Rimbolt half pathetically.

"I cherished the hope as long as I was able of reducing this chaos to order, and putting away each one of these treasures (for they are no common volumes) in a place of its own.

Every day it grows worse.

I've fought against it and put it off, because I could find no one who would undertake it as much for the love of the work as for the small salary to which a private librarian would be entitled.

Now you see the selfish reason I have for mentioning the matter to you, Mr Jeffreys.