As Mr. Tulkinghorn takes off his gloves and puts them in his hat, he looks with half-closed eyes across the room to where the trooper stands and says within himself perchance, "You'll do, my friend!"
"Sit down, sergeant," he repeats as he comes to his table, which is set on one side of the fire, and takes his easy-chair. 
He looks with half-closed eyes to where the trooper stands, then takes his easy-chair. 