"To-morrow it'll be May night air, and I expect that'll be a lot better for you, don't you?
Now let's just sober down and be a good boy and get some nice sound sleep." She gave him his medicine, and, having set the glass upon the center table, returned to her cot, where, after a still interval, she snored faintly.

Upon this, his expression became that of a man goaded out of overpowering weariness into irony.
"Sleep?
Oh, CERTAINLY, thank you!" However, he did sleep intermittently, drowsed between times, and even dreamed; but, forgetting his dreams before he opened his eyes, and having some part of him all the while aware of his discomfort, he believed, as usual, that he lay awake the whole night long.

He was conscious of the city as of some single great creature resting fitfully in the dark outside his windows.

It lay all round about, in the damp cover of its night cloud of smoke, and tried to keep quiet for a few hours after midnight, but was too powerful a growing thing ever to lie altogether still.

Even while it strove to sleep it muttered with digestions of the day before, and these already merged with rumblings of the morrow.