With his elbows on the table he sat between the two empty bottles, while spectres danced in the light of the unsnuffed
candle -- spectres such as Hoffmann strews over his punch-drenched pages, like black, fantastic dust.
There we sat together, with one long unsnuffed
candle lighting us smokily; with the discordantly-grotesque sound of the housekeeper's snoring in the front room, mingling with the sobs of the weeping girl on my bosom.
I saw the outline of a form under the clothes, but the face was hid by the hangings: the nurse I had spoken to in the garden sat in an easy-chair asleep; an unsnuffed
candle burnt dimly on the table.