He had but lately risen, and sat in pyjamas and dressing-gown over his drawing.

A bundle of proofs and a jam-pot containing a dissipated looking rosebud lay on that space of the table not occupied by the double-elephant sheet of paper.

By his side was a manuscript covered with calculations to which he referred or added from time to time.

A bleak November light came in through the window, and Septimus's chair was on the right-hand side of the table.

It was characteristic of him to sit unnecessarily in his own light.
Presently a more than normal darkening of the room caused him to look at the window.