The poor fellow pressed his hands to his forehead.
"I don't know," he said. "I had some reason, I know. I'll try to remember. He sat plunged in thought.
"That's right. Try to remember everything. Eat a little more bread.
What did the reading-room look like?"
"Much as usual," he at length muttered.
"Many people there?"
"Usual sort of number."
"What did they look like?"
Soames tried to visualize them.
"They all," he presently remembered, "looked very like one another."
My mind took a fearsome leap.