Philip did not answer him, and he thought he had fallen asleep.

But he was roused from his first slumber by Hepburn's soft movements about the room.

Philip had thought better of it, and, with some penitence in his heart for his gruffness to the unoffending Coulson, was trying not to make any noise while he undressed.
But he could not sleep.

He kept seeing the Corneys' kitchen and the scenes that had taken place in it, passing like a pageant before his closed eyes.

Then he opened them in angry weariness at the recurring vision, and tried to make out the outlines of the room and the furniture in the darkness.