No attention was paid to him; he might as well have kept silent.
A minute or two more and he went in, shut and bolted his door, even took the trouble to see that the door of the baggage-room was secured.
He took his lamp down from the wall where, by its tin reflector, it hung on a nail, and set it on the table for company.

He opened the damper of the stove again, so that the logs within crackled.

Then he sat down and began to read the Shakespeare he had pushed from him before.

What he had seen and heard seemed to him very curious.

No obligation rested upon him, certainly, to go out and seek this weird-looking creature.