The spectacle satisfied her, soothed her, and seemed to explain the attractiveness of Mr.
Cannon.
Immediately to her left was an open bookcase almost filled with heavy volumes.

The last of a uniform row of Law Reports was absent from its place--being at that moment in the corridor, in the hands of Mr.Cannon.
The next book, a thin one, had toppled over sideways and was bridging the vacancy at an angle; several other similar thin books filled up the remainder of the shelf.

She stared, with the factitious interest of one who is very nervously awaiting an encounter, at the titles, and presently deciphered the words, 'Victor Hugo,' on each of the thin volumes.

Her interest instantly became real.

Characteristically abrupt and unreflecting, she deposited her basket on the floor and, going to the bookcase, took out the slanting volume.