Time always passes wearily to the watcher.

It seemed an age to him ere the sun slipped down behind the wilderness out of sight.

At length, however, the dusk of early evening enveloped the lodge, and shortly after Quanonshet and Madokawandock came in, and dropping down fell almost immediately asleep.
To expedite matters, Hans Vanderbum feigned slumber, but he kept one eye upon the movements of his wife.

He marked her listless, absent air, and he could scarcely conceal his joy when she stretched herself in front of the door, without speaking or ordering him to lie beside her, as was her usual custom.

Five minutes later, she was as unconscious as though she were never to wake again.