It was now midnight.

The hot stove in the room, causing reaction from the strongly-stimulating air, made him again feel heavy with sleep.

The nun-like lady, who had as yet said almost nothing to him, now touched him on the shoulder and beckoned him to follow her.

She led him out into the night again, round the house and into a barn, in either side of which were tremendous bins of hay.
"Your house," she said, "is a long way from here, and you are very tired.

In the house here there is the infection." Here she pointed him to the hay, and, giving him a warm blanket, bade him good-night.
Caius shut the door, and found that the place was lit by dusky rays of moonlight that came through chinks in its walls.