You can stay with him if you please." Thereupon he turned on his heel, making a sign to the Individual, who had not moved from his place since Kafka had lost consciousness, and who immediately followed his master.
"I will come and see to him in the morning," said Keyork carelessly, as he disappeared from sight among the plants.
The Wanderer's long-suffering temper was roused and his eyes gleamed angrily as he looked after the departing sage.
"Hound!" he exclaimed in a very audible voice.
He hardly knew why he was so angry with the man who called himself his friend.

Keyork had behaved no worse than an ordinary doctor, for he had stayed until the danger was over and had promised to come again in the morning.

It was his cool way of disclaiming all further responsibility and of avoiding all further trouble which elicited the Wanderer's resentment, as well as the unpleasant position in which the latter found himself.
He had certainly not anticipated being left in charge of a sick man--and that sick man Israel Kafka--in Unorna's house for the whole night, and he did not enjoy the prospect.

The mere detail of having to give some explanation to the servants, who would doubtless come before long to extinguish the lights, was far from pleasant.

Moreover, though Keyork had declared the patient out of danger, there seemed no absolute certainty that a relapse would not take place before morning, and Kafka might actually lay in the certainty--delusive enough--that Unorna could not return until the following day.
He did not dare to take upon himself the responsibility of calling some one to help him and of removing the Moravian in his present condition.
The man was still very weak and either altogether unconscious, or sleeping the sleep of exhaustion.