Occasionally, as his feelings became too strongly moved, he ejaculated: "Ah, I thought so! That was a rogue! I saw it before! I knew it from the beginning!" More than half an hour had passed when he looked up to the silver watch at the top of his bed.
"The march is long tomorrow; this will not do," he said, taking off his spectacles and putting them carefully into the book to mark the place.
"This will be good reading as I walk along tomorrow," he added, as he stuffed the book into the pocket of the greatcoat; "very good reading." He nodded his head and lay down.

He thought a little of his own troubles, a good deal of the two little girls he was leaving, of the earl, of Emilina, of the baron; but he was soon asleep--sleeping as peacefully as a little child, upon whose innocent soul sorrow and care cannot rest.
It was very quiet in the room.

The coals in the fireplace threw a dull red light across the floor upon the red lions on the quilt.

Eleven o'clock came, and the room was very still.
One o'clock came.

The glimmer had died out, though the ashes were still warm, and the room was very dark.