But it was powerfully a modifier....
Glenfernie, dropping his eyes from the window, found the square that was the letter, a square of iron gray.
A part of the night he lay still upon the narrow bed, a part he spent in slow walking up and down the narrow room, a part he stood motionless by the window.

The dawn was faintly in the sky when at last he took from beneath the pillow his purse and a belt filled with gold pieces and sat down to count them over and compare the total with the figures upon a piece of paper.

This done, he dressed, the light now gray around him.

The letter to Senor Nobody lay yet upon the table.

At last, dressed, he took it up and put it in the purse with the gold.
Leaving the room, he waked his servant where he lay and gave him directions.