He notices that the woman has opium-smoked herself into a strange likeness of the Chinaman.

His form of cheek, eye, and temple, and his colour, are repeated in her.

Said Chinaman convulsively wrestles with one of his many Gods or Devils, perhaps, and snarls horribly.

The Lascar laughs and dribbles at the mouth.

The hostess is still.
[Picture: In the Court] 'What visions can _she_ have ?' the waking man muses, as he turns her face towards him, and stands looking down at it.