Yates threw off his coat, and went to work as if he were in his own den in the Argus building.
This was not surprising, for the den was only half a mile away.
He neither affects to show himself, nor lies sullen in his den.
All his old prejudices were reviving; it was as if he were going to some ogre's den.
He retired into his den, and presently emerged with a sheet of paper ...