The latter was so overcome by the exhibition of Oro's powers when he caused the pistol to leap into the air and discharge itself, that he could not even pluck up courage to laugh at the failure of Bastin's efforts to do justice on the old Super-man, or rather to prevent him from attempting a colossal crime.
At length we lay down on the couches to rest, Bastin remarking that he wished he could turn off the light, also that he did not in the least regret having tried to kill Oro.

Sleep seemed to come to the others quickly, but I could only doze, to wake up from time to time.

Of this I was not sorry, since whenever I dropped off dreams seemed to pursue me.
For the most part they were of my dead wife.

She appeared to be trying to console me for some loss, but the strange thing was that sometimes she spoke with her own voice and sometimes with Yva's, and sometimes looked at me with her own eyes and sometimes with those of Yva.

I remember nothing else about these dreams, which were very confused.
After one of them, the most vivid of all, I awoke and looked at my watch.