Did it matter, seeing he was so wretched?
The colour of his thoughts was a dark depression.

He felt the featureless misery of one who wakes towards the hour of dawn.

He had an uncertain sense of whispers and footsteps hastily receding.
The movement of his head involved a perception of extreme physical weakness.

He supposed he was in bed in the hotel at the place in the valley--but he could not recall that white edge.

He must have slept.