He got into his bed and blew out the candle.
For a moment the room was black as pitch, then on his left side the darkness thinned at one point and a barred square of grey became visible; the square of grey was the window.

Wogan understood that his loneliness came upon him with the respite from his difficulties, and concluded that, after all, it was as well that he had not a comfortable fireside whereby to sun himself.

He turned over on his right side and saw the white door and its white frame.

The rain made a dreary sound outside the window, but in three days he would be at Schlestadt.

Besides he fell asleep.
And in a little he dreamed.