How was a fellow to get to sleep with such a row going on?
And yet, next moment, the utter silence of the place disturbed me even more than the wind and the clock.

Why, I actually seemed to hear the winking of my own eyes as I lay there.

I wished some one would snore, or breathe hard, or roll over in his bed.

But no, in all those thirty beds there was neither sound nor motion.
Nothing is so unpleasant as listening for sounds in a dead silence.

I half wished-- Hullo! what was that?
Rain on the window! Why can't rain drop straight instead of tapping at a fellow's window?
It sounded like some one wanting to come in.