He could hear the steady breathing of Father Roland and Mukoki, who were asleep.

His own eyes he could close only by forced efforts to bring upon himself the unconsciousness of rest.

Tavish filled his mind--Tavish and the girl--and along with them the mysterious woman in the coach.

He struggled with himself.

He told himself how absurd it all was, how grotesquely his imagination was employing itself with him--how incredible it was that Tavish and the girl in the picture should be associated in that terrible way that had occurred to him.