It was a bow-window of unusual size, through which the proprietor or his employees could see a long way up and down the river.

Through this window Hope peered.

Repulses had made him timid.

He wanted to see the face he had to apply to before he ventured.
But Mr.Bartley was not there.

The large office was at present occupied by his clerks; one of these was Leonard Monckton, a pale young man with dark hair, a nose like a hawk, and thin lips.