"I only came in to see if you _were_ awake. You left your door
unlocked.... Shall we go downstairs and have breakfast?"
"What time is it?"
"Past six."
"Isn't that too early?"
"Not in this country."
"All right, then." I agreed the more readily because it began to occur
to me that the earlier the breakfast the less the chance of meeting
Severn.
He told me while I washed and dressed that he hadn't been able to sleep
a wink, and that the only interesting things had been a couple of
cockroaches on his window-ledge. He said, with what was to me the most
horrible casualness: "I lifted one chap up to have a look at him. He was
much bigger than the English or even the Viennese kind, and had lots
more joints in his antennæ. It was odd to see him squirming all over my
hand in search of his mate...."
He was very pale, but also very calm.