Still he did not leave the sofa.

He felt warm, and lay thinking as he gazed around him.

He bethought himself that he would never again have such a place to wash in.

The washstand particularly interested him.

It was by no means hard, he thought, to keep oneself spruce when one had so many little pots and phials at one's disposal.
This made him think bitterly of his own life of privation.