There were a few chairs, and a chest of drawers bearing a gilt-framed mirror.

Everything was in perfect order, and the valise had been unpacked.

On the table, locked, lay the shabby portfolio containing Casanova's papers.

There were also some books which he was using in his work; writing materials had been provided.
He did not feel sleepy.

Taking his manuscript out of the portfolio, he reread what he had last written.