I assured him I had my own reasons for wishing to retire early. He could have no conception of my weakness, my low and nervous condition of body and mind; much as I had enjoyed myself, he must really let me go. Another glass of wine, then? Just one more? No, I had drunk too much already. I was in no state to stand it. And I held out my hand with decision.
Instead of taking it he looked at me very hard.
“The place doesn’t suit you,” said he. “I see it doesn’t, and I’m devilish sorry! Take my advice
There was a dull yet springy thud on the grass below. Then no more noise but the distant thunder of the traffic, and the one that woke me, until the window next mine was thrown up.
“What the devil’s up?”
The voice was rich, cheery, light-hearted, agreeable; all that my own was not as I answered “Nothing!”