Mr. St. John--sitting as still as one of the dusty pictures on the walls, keeping his eyes fixed on the page he perused, and his lips mutely sealed--was easy enough to examine. Had he been a statue instead of a man, he could not have been easier.
Il signor Saint-John, che stava fermo come uno degli scuri ritratti appesi alla parete, con gli occhi fissi sul libro e le labbra sigillate, si prestava ad essere esaminato.