"I've got a job through this.

Don't forget that.
We don't collect rents for nothing, you know--especially Calder Street sort of rents!" She picked up her basket and rose.

He also rose.
"So you've been looking at my Victor Hugo," he remarked, putting his right hand negligently into his pocket instead of holding it forth in adieu.
IV So overset was she by the dramatic surprise of his challenging remark, and so enlightened by the sudden perception of it being perfectly characteristic of him, that her manner changed in an instant to a delicate, startled timidity.

All the complex sensitiveness of her nature was expressed simultaneously in the changing tints of her face, the confusion of her eyes and her gestures, and the exquisite hesitations of her voice as she told him about the coincidence which had brought back to her in his office the poem of her schooldays.
He came to the bookcase and, taking out the volume, handled it carelessly.
"I only brought these things here because they're nicely bound and fill up the shelf," he said.

"Not much use in a lawyer's office, you know!" He glanced from the volume to her, and from her to the volume.