Suffice it to say I was in a state of feverish anxiety when we drove up to the professor's door that night, about half-past nine.
We did not wait a minute before operations were commenced.

Simon was again in a mesmeric sleep, or whatever the reader may be pleased to call it, in a few seconds after he had sat down.
Von Virchow began by asking the same question he had asked in the morning: "Do you see Kaffar, the Egyptian ?" I waited in breathless silence for the answer.

Simon heaved a deep sigh, and peered wearily around, while the professor kept his eye steadily upon him.
"Do you see Kaffar, the Egyptian ?" repeated he.
"Yes, I see him," said Simon at length.
"Where ?" "That's what I'm trying to find out," said Simon.

"The place is strange; the people talk in a strange tongue.

I can't make 'em out." "What do you see now ?" said the professor, touching his forehead.
"Oh, ah, I see now," said Simon.