It was all he could do to restrain himself from roaring aloud in his rage.

At length he threw himself upon the bed without undressing, and lay with eyes wide open, looking up at the joists among which spiders' webs were visible, glistening in the candlelight.

Then, as often happened to him after playing cards late at night, pictures of cards chased one another swiftly through his brain, until he sank into a dreamless sleep.
His slumber was brief.

When he awakened it was to a mysterious silence.
The southern and the eastern windows of the turret chamber were open.
Through them from the garden and the fields entered a complex of sweet odors.

Gradually the silence was broken by the vague noises from near and from far which usually herald the dawn.