For all the notice he took, I might not have been there. The more incensed, I shook the man violently....
"Repose," said Jonah, "is one thing, gluttonish sloth another. And even if you have once again overestimated the capacity of your stomach, why advertise your intemperance in a public place?" He lifted his hand from my shoulder to look at his watch. "It's now ten minutes to three. Do you think you can stagger, or must you be carried, to the car?"
I sat up and looked about me. Except for Jill, who was standing a-tiptoe before a mirror, we were alone in the lounge.
"I've been dreaming," said I. "About—about——"
"That's all right, old chap. Tell Nanny all about it to-night, after you've had your bath. That's one of the things she's paid for."
"Don't be a fool," said I, putting a hand to my head. "It's important, I tell you. For Heaven's sake let me think. Oh, what was it?" My cousins stared at me. "I'm not rotting. It was real—something that mattered."
"'Orse race?" said Jonah eagerly. "Green hoops leading by twelve lengths or something?"
I waved him away.
"No, no, no. Let me think. Let me think."