The servant, who had heard him leave the bathroom, reappeared.
"Is there anything further I can do for you, sir ?" he enquired.
"Nothing at all, thanks," Quest assured him.

"What time's breakfast ?" "Breakfast is served at nine o'clock, sir.

It is now half-past eight." The man withdrew and Quest made a brisk toilet.

The nameless fears of the previous night had altogether disappeared.

To his saner morning imagination, the atmosphere seemed somehow to have become cleared of that cloud of mysterious depression.