There were preparations too for a cup of tea, to be made and consumed at any hour agreeable to the watcher; a small teakettle simmering on the hob; a tray with a cup and saucer, and queer little black earthenware teapot, on the table; a teacaddy and other appliances close at hand,--all testifying to the grateful attention of the vanished Pratt.
Gilbert shared the nurse's watch till past midnight.

Long before that John Saltram woke from his heavy sleep, and there was more of that incoherent talk so painful to hear--talk of people that were dead, of scenes that were far away, even of those careless happy wanderings in which those two college friends had been together; and then mere nonsense talk, shreds and patches of random thought, that scorned to be drawn from, some rubbish-chamber, some waste-paper basket of the brain.
It was weary work.

He woke towards eleven, and a little after twelve dropped asleep again; but this time, the effect of the sedative having worn off, the sleep was restless and uneasy.

Then came a brief interval of quiet; and in this Gilbert left him, and flung himself down upon the sofa, to sink into a slumber that was scarcely more peaceful than that of the sick man.
He was thoroughly worn out, however, and slept for some hours, to be awakened suddenly at last by a shrill cry in the next room.

He sprang up from the sofa, and rushed in.