There moves to them by the only door into the room a middle-aged clerk called surtees, who is perhaps worth looking at, though his manner is that of one who has long ceased to think of himself as of any importance to either god or man. Look at him again, however (which few would do ), and you may guess that he has latelyhad a shock-touched a living wire-and is a little dazed by it. He brings a card to Mr. Devizes, Senior, who looks at it and shakes his head.