It was not Miss Flite who detained us; she was as reasonable a little creature in consulting the convenience of others as there possibly could be.
It was Mr.Krook.He seemed unable to detach himself from Mr.
Jarndyce.

If he had been linked to him, he could hardly have attended him more closely.

He proposed to show us his Court of Chancery and all the strange medley it contained; during the whole of our inspection (prolonged by himself) he kept close to Mr.Jarndyce and sometimes detained him under one pretence or other until we had passed on, as if he were tormented by an inclination to enter upon some secret subject which he could not make up his mind to approach.
I cannot imagine a countenance and manner more singularly expressive of caution and indecision, and a perpetual impulse to do something he could not resolve to venture on, than Mr.Krook's was that day.

His watchfulness of my guardian was incessant.

He rarely removed his eyes from his face.