[Rubbing his eyes.] Eh! What’s that? Oh, my head! my head! [Clasps it between his hands.]
Potter.
Get up! You’ve been drinking.
[Dazed at his penetration.] I wonder how you guessed that!
Potter.
It’s plain enough. You’ve been providing your fading life with liquor. I can see that with half an eye.
Omar.
I have, I have. I’ve drowned my glory in a shallow cup, and my head’s very bad.
Potter.