We will see what happens.

I am going back now to try and write something." They returned to the office.

Burton pointed towards the easy-chair.
"Look!" Mr.Waddington nodded.

Alfred had propped up the book of engravings before him, was holding a sheet of paper on the blotting-pad, and with a pencil was intently copying one of the heads.

They crossed the room and peered over his shoulder.