If he could sleep he did not care what happened to him.
The rest of the evening seemed a dream.

The dark, crowded drawing-room flickered in the light from the crackling fire.

Mrs.Craven, in her stiff chair, never moving her eyes, flung shadows on the walls.

Some curtain blew drearily, with little secret taps, against the door.

Rupert Craven sat moodily in a dark corner.
At Olva's request Margaret Craven played.