looking
over some
papers
tied
together
with red
tape; the
other, of
a lady,
with a
very
placid and
sweet
expression
of face,
who was
looking at
me. I
believe I
was
turning
about in
search of
Uriah's
picture,
when, a
door at
the
farther
end of the
room
opening, a
gentleman
entered,
at sight
of whom I
turned to
the
first-mentioned
portrait
again, to
make quite
sure that
it had not
come out
of its
frame. But
it was
stationary;
and as the
