I went and had a bit of a snooze." He was still yawning; he had slept eighteen hours at a stretch.

He was, moreover, quite sobered, with a stupid look on his face, and his jacket smothered with fluff; for he had no doubt tumbled into bed with his clothes on.
"And you don't know where my husband is, sir ?" asked the laundress.
"Well, no, not a bit.

It was five o'clock when we left mother Baquet's.
That's all I know about it.

Perhaps he went down the street.

Yes, I fancy now that I saw him go to the 'Butterfly' with a coachman.