Mr. George is mightily curious in respect of the room. He looks up at the painted ceiling, looks round at the old law-books, contemplates the portraits of the great clients, reads aloud the names on the boxes.
"'Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet,'" Mr. George reads thoughtfully. "Ha! 'Manor of Chesney Wold.' Humph!" Mr. George stands looking at these boxes a long while--as if they were pictures--and comes back to the fire repeating, "Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet, and Manor of Chesney Wold, hey?"
"Worth a mint of money, Mr. George!" whispers Grandfather Smallweed, rubbing his legs. "Powerfully rich!"

Mr. George is mightily curious about the room. He looks round at the old law-books, contemplates the portraits of the great clients, reads aloud the names on the boxes.
"'Sir Leicester Dedlock, Baronet,'" Mr. George reads thoughtfully. "Ha! 'Manor of Chesney Wold.' Humph!" He stands looking at these boxes a long while, and comes back to the fire repeating, "Sir Leicester Dedlock, of Chesney Wold, hey?"
"Worth a mint of money, Mr. George!" whispers Grandfather Smallweed, rubbing his legs.
