He had begun to lose confidence in himself.
The room was hot.

He stepped to the window, flung it open, and drank in the cool air of the summer night.

Below him lay the garden, wherein Mr.Basket's statuary showed here and there a glimmer in the velvet darkness.

The Major turned back to the room and began to undress slowly; removing his wig, his coat, his waistcoat, and laying them on a chair.

Next he turned out his breeches pockets and tossed his purse, with a handful of loose silver, upon the bed.