Whether he was able to hide as well a certain trouble that clouded his spirit I doubt.

His wound he did manage to keep a secret, thanks to the care of Miss St.John, who had dressed it with court-plaster.
When he woke the next morning, it was with the consciousness of having seen something strange the night before, and only when he found that he was not in his own room at his grandmother's, was he convinced that it must have been a dream and no vision.

For in the night, he had awaked there as he thought, and the moon was shining with such clearness, that although it did not shine into his room, he could see the face of the clock, and that the hands were both together at the top.

Close by the clock stood the bureau, with its end against the partition forming the head of his grannie's bed.
All at once he saw a tall man, in a blue coat and bright buttons, about to open the lid of the bureau.

The same moment he saw a little elderly man in a brown coat and a brown wig, by his side, who sought to remove his hand from the lock.