"'Ere—'old 'ard—ain't it your lodger?" somebody else said suddenly.
"Is it? Lumme, so it is! Look at 'is eye!"
"Ain't 'alf a mouse!"
"'Ere, 'elp me up with 'im the back way, Jim—Lord! 'e weighs a ton! I've never known 'im 'ave a drink 'ere, but there, they get it at one place if they don't at another."
Then somebody bawled to me:
"Look out—don't blow your nose—you'll 'ave your eye up if you do!"
But I wanted my eye "up." Up it came instantly, large as an egg, and there was a laugh.
"Well, 'e won't brag much about where 'e got that!" somebody said.
And they helped me up to my red-and-green-lighted room.