"Jarndyce! Here we are, sir," says Mr. Snagsby. "To be sure! I might have remembered it. This was given out, sir, to a writer who lodges just over on the opposite side of the lane."
Mr. Tulkinghorn has seen the entry, found it before the law-stationer, read it while the forefinger was coming down the hill.

"Here we are, sir," he says. "To be sure! This was given out, sir, to a writer who lodges just across the lane."
Mr. Tulkinghorn has seen the entry and read it while the forefinger was still coming down the page.
