I held it above my head, and it enabled me to see the low pallet-bed in the corner.

But Jean was not lying in the bed--nay, it was clear that he had not lain on the bed all that night.

Yet his bedtime was half-past eight or nine, and it was now hard on one o'clock.

Jean was "making a night of it," that seemed very clear.

But what was the business or pleasure that engaged him?
I admit that I was extremely annoyed.