The man had sense enough left to be able to tell them his address, which was fortunately at Windley, where they all resided.
Bundy and Philpot took him home, separating from Crass and Easton at the corner of the street where both the latter lived.
Crass felt very full and satisfied with himself.

He had had six and a half pints of beer, and had listened to two selections on the polyphone at a total cost of one penny.
Easton had but a few yards to go before reaching his own house after parting from Crass, but he paused directly he heard the latter's door close, and leaning against a street lamp yielded to the feeling of giddiness and nausea that he had been fighting against all the way home.

All the inanimate objects around him seemed to be in motion.

The lights of the distant street lamps appeared to be floating about the pavement and the roadway rose and fell like the surface of a troubled sea.

He searched his pockets for his handkerchief and having found it wiped his mouth, inwardly congratulating himself that Crass was not there to see him.