In any case he had not the time.

He was pulled up painfully by the sudden recollection of Mr Vladimir, another of his associates, whom in virtue of subtle moral affinities he was capable of judging correctly.
He considered him as dangerous.

A shade of envy crept into his thoughts.
Loafing was all very well for these fellows, who knew not Mr Vladimir, and had women to fall back upon; whereas he had a woman to provide for-- At this point, by a simple association of ideas, Mr Verloc was brought face to face with the necessity of going to bed some time or other that evening.

Then why not go now--at once?
He sighed.

The necessity was not so normally pleasurable as it ought to have been for a man of his age and temperament.