His eyes rested upon an arm-chair piled full of newspapers, magazines, and bright new volumes in green and red.
'Yes,' said Knight, also looking at them and breathing a sigh of weariness; 'something must be done with several of them soon, I suppose.
Stephen, you needn't hurry away for a few minutes, you know, if you want to stay; I am not quite ready.

Overhaul those volumes whilst I put on my coat, and I'll walk a little way with you.' Stephen sat down beside the arm-chair and began to tumble the books about.

Among the rest he found a novelette in one volume, THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.

By Ernest Field.
'Are you going to review this ?' inquired Stephen with apparent unconcern, and holding up Elfride's effusion.
'Which?
Oh, that! I may--though I don't do much light reviewing now.

But it is reviewable.' 'How do you mean ?' Knight never liked to be asked what he meant.