‘No,’ I said; ‘I lay down.’
‘Where?’
‘By your side.’
‘What time is it?’
‘Tea-time. The water is boiling.
‘Was I dreadful last night?’
‘Dreadful? How?’
‘I have a sort of recollection of getting angry and stamping about. I didn’t do anything foolish?’
‘You took a great deal too much of my sedative,’ I answered.
‘I feel quite well,’ he said; ‘but I didn’t know I had taken any sedative at all. I’m glad I didn’t do anything silly last night.’