In an hour's time I am going to bolt my door and go to sleep.

We'll breakfast together in the morning, if you like." Bellamy said nothing.

The steward had brought them the whiskies and sodas which Dorward had ordered.

Bellamy raised his tumbler to his lips and set it down again.
"Forgive me," he said, "I do not think that I am thirsty." Dorward drank his off at a gulp.

Almost immediately he closed his eyes.