Sunk in sloth and old port, still they come not.

I seem to have said every possible thing that is to be said on every known subject to the young woman beside me, and now I am falling asleep.

I feel it.

Lulled by the warm glow diffused through the room, by the smell of the jonquils, lilies of the valley and daphnes, by the low even talk, I am slipping into slumber.

The door opens, and I jump into wakefulness; Sir Roger to the rescue.