Then Nature asserted her sway.

Weary eyelids drooped over weary eyes, and through a phantasmagoria of the trial I gradually sank into a feverish sleep.
I was aroused in the morning by the six o'clock bell.

It was pitch dark in my cell except for the faint glimmer of a distant lamp through the thick window-panes.

A few minutes later a little square flap in the centre of my door was let down with a startling bang; a small hand-lamp was thrust through the aperture, and a gruff voice cried "Now, then, get up and light your gas: look sharp." I cannot say that I made any indecent haste.

My gas was lit very leisurely, and as I returned the lamp I saw a scowling visage outside.