He laid down the sheet of manuscript.

"It is time for me to do my exercises." So saying, he undid the tasselled cord tied round the middle of his gown.
Hilary hastened to the door.

From that point of vantage he looked back.
Divested of his gown and turned towards the window, Mr.Stone was already rising on his toes, his arms were extended, his palms pressed hard together in the attitude of prayer, his trousers slowly slipping down.
"One, two, three, four, five!" There was a sudden sound of breath escaping....
In the corridor upstairs, flooded with moonlight from a window at the end, Hilary stood listening again.

The only sound that came to him was the light snoring of Miranda, who slept in the bathroom, not caring to lie too near to anyone.

He went to his room, and for a long time sat buried in thought; then, opening the side window, he leaned out.