Often he had called himself a night-bird, but seldom had he been more wakeful than on this night.

The elation of his triumph, of his success, had not yet worn itself down to a normal and reasoning satisfaction, and his chief longing was for the day, and the day after that, and the next day, when he would take the place of Gregson and Thorne.

Every muscle in his body was vibrant in its desire for action.
He looked at his watch.

It was only ten o'clock.

Since supper he had smoked almost ceaselessly.