The latter, who had just finished his supper, was delighted to hear that de la Vallee was likely to recover.

After satisfying his own hunger, Desmond returned to the Couronne.

He went upstairs, and, taking off his riding boots, stole to the door of his friend's chamber.

It stood a little ajar, and, pushing it open noiselessly, he entered.
The surgeon, who was sitting at the bedside, rose at once.
"He is asleep already," he whispered, "and is breathing quietly.

I think it likely that he will not stir until tomorrow morning.