He had slept very little.

The face of Artemisia was ever before him, and he saw it bathed in tears, and clouded with anguish and terror.

But, early as he arose, it was none too early.

Dromo, one of his slaves, came to announce to his dread lord that an aged Ethiop was waiting to see him, and Agias did not need to be told that this was Sesostris.
That faithful servant of an unworthy master was indeed in a pitiable condition.

His ordinarily neat and clean dress was crumpled and disarranged, as though he had not changed it during the night, but had rather been tossing and wakeful.