The Savage meanwhile wandered restlessly round the room, peering with a vague superficial inquisitiveness at the books in the shelves, at the sound-track rolls and reading machine bobbins in their numbered pigeon-holes.
Eustacia had watched the assemblage through the hole; and seeing that now was the proper moment to enter, she went from the " linhay" and boldly pulled the bobbin of the fuelhouse door.