I was in time to catch him as he swayed. He clutched at my shoulder.
"George——"
"Steady—but tell me——"
"George—I've been trying to remember——"
"What! Good God! You don't remem—so close that you don't remember?"
"I honestly—but no, that isn't true—I seem to remember something—let me think, let me think.... What time did I go to bed last night?"
"Later than usual. Not till half-past nine."
"What was I doing? Tell me what I was doing. I was looking at pictures or something, wasn't I?"
"You were looking at the Hogarth prints."
"Yes, yes, that's right.... I didn't fall asleep, did I?"