"Only just woke up ... would you draw back the curtains?"
Nigel pulled them back, and a white dawn shuddered into the room.
"What time is it?"
"About three—can't you go to sleep again?"
"No—I've wakened for good ... I mean ... I mean ..."
"What, old man?"
"I think I am going to die after all."
"No, Lenny, no...."
"It's rather a come down ... after saying I wouldn't ... but I feel so tired."
His face was spread over with a ghastly pallor, and something which Nigel and Janey could not exactly define, which indeed they hardly saw with their bodily sight, but which impressed them vaguely as a kind of film.