Mr. Tulkinghorn glances through the little window at the back of Coavinses', the sheriff's officer's, where lights shine in Coavinses' windows. Coavinses' coffee-room is at the back, and the shadows of several gentlemen under a cloud loom cloudily upon the blinds. Mr. Snagsby takes the opportunity of slightly turning his head to glance over his shoulder at his little woman and to make apologetic motions with his mouth to this effect: "Tul-king-horn--rich--in-flu-en-tial!"

Mr. Tulkinghorn glances through the little window at Coavinses', the sheriff's officer's, where lights shine in the windows. Coavinses' coffee-room is at the back, and the shadows of several gentlemen loom cloudily upon the blinds.
