The last two days and nights of suspense and high-strung emotion seemed to have left him incapable of any further sensation at present beyond that of an intense fatigue.
He rode slowly, and put up his horse with careful absence of mind.

The eastern horizon was already growing pale and distinct as he found his way in-doors through the drawing-room window, the shutter of which had been left unhinged for him by Ralph, according to custom when either of them was out late.

He went noiselessly up to his room, and sat down.
After a time he started to find himself still sitting there; but he remained without stirring, too tired to move, his elbows on the table, his chin in his hands.

He felt he could not sleep if he were to drag himself into bed.

He might just as well stay where he was.
And as he sat watching the dawn his mind began to stir, to shake off its lethargy and stupor, to struggle into keener and keener consciousness.
There are times, often accompanying great physical prostration, when a veil seems to be lifted from our mental vision.