They had been abed in their respective rooms two or three hours, when Eugene was partly awakened by hearing a footstep going about, and was fully awakened by seeing Lightwood standing at his bedside.
“Nothing wrong, Mortimer?”
“No.”
“What fancy takes you, then, for walking about in the night?”
“I am horribly wakeful.”
“How comes that about, I wonder!”
“Eugene, I cannot lose sight of that fellow’s face.”
“Odd!” said Eugene with a light laugh, “ I can.” And turned over, and fell asleep again.