It is my watch from sunset till dawn.

At what hour shall we be stirring ?" Garnache pondered a moment, stroking that firm chin of his, on which the erstwhile stubble had now grown into a straggling, unkempt beard--and it plagued him not a little, for a close observer might have discovered that it was of a lighter colour at the roots.

His hair, too, was beginning to lose its glossy blackness.

It was turning dull, and presently, no doubt, it would begin to pale, so that it was high time he spread his wings and took flight from Condillac.
"We had best wait until midnight.

It will give them time to be soundly in their slumbers.