Don't know anything about it,' said Mr Wobbler.
The suitor turned away and had left the room, when the gentleman with the gun called out 'Mister! Hallo!' He looked in again.
'Shut the door after you.

You're letting in a devil of a draught here!' A few steps brought him to the second door on the left in the next passage.

In that room he found three gentlemen; number one doing nothing particular, number two doing nothing particular, number three doing nothing particular.

They seemed, however, to be more directly concerned than the others had been in the effective execution of the great principle of the office, as there was an awful inner apartment with a double door, in which the Circumlocution Sages appeared to be assembled in council, and out of which there was an imposing coming of papers, and into which there was an imposing going of papers, almost constantly; wherein another gentleman, number four, was the active instrument.
'I want to know,' said Arthur Clennam,--and again stated his case in the same barrel-organ way.

As number one referred him to number two, and as number two referred him to number three, he had occasion to state it three times before they all referred him to number four, to whom he stated it again.
Number four was a vivacious, well-looking, well-dressed, agreeable young fellow--he was a Barnacle, but on the more sprightly side of the family--and he said in an easy way, 'Oh! you had better not bother yourself about it, I think.' 'Not bother myself about it ?' 'No! I recommend you not to bother yourself about it.' This was such a new point of view that Arthur Clennam found himself at a loss how to receive it.
'You can if you like.