And when people reappeared in the moonlight, they seemed silent--like white walls, or black shadows--as everything did in the transparent mist of night.
Almost every one was asleep when Judas heard the soft voice of Jesus returning.

All in and around about the house was still.

A cock crew; somewhere an ass, disturbed in his sleep, brayed aloud and insolently as in daytime, then reluctantly and gradually relapsed into silence.

Judas did not sleep at all, but listened surreptitiously.

The moon illumined one half of his face, and was reflected strangely in his enormous open eye, as on the frozen surface of a lake.
Suddenly he remembered something, and hastily coughed, rubbing his perfectly healthy chest with his hairy hand: maybe some one was not yet asleep, and was listening to what Judas was thinking!.