And what with these annoyances, and the risky venture immediately ahead, I found my part a trying one to play.
It was a good deal of a relief when the third evening closed about the castle with volumes of sea-fog.

The lights of Princes Street sometimes disappeared, sometimes blinked across at us no brighter than the eyes of cats; and five steps from one of the lanterns on the ramparts it was already groping dark.

We made haste to lie down.

Had our jailers been upon the watch, they must have observed our conversation to die out unusually soon.

Yet I doubt if any of us slept.