" He nodded, sagely, at the lot of us, and yawned; then glanced at the clock. “Out you go!” he said, in friendly fashion, using the recognised formula. “I want a sleep.” We rose, shook him by the hand, and went out presently into the night and the quiet of the Embankment; and so to our homes. "

― William Hope Hodgson , The Collected Fiction, Vol. 2: The House on the Borderland and Other Mysterious Places