"Oh, help! help!" Mr.Fogo looked from one to another, and passed his hand wearily over his eyes.
"You are right," he murmured; "I fancy--do you know--that I must be-- slightly--mad.

Pray excuse me.

Would one of you mind seeing me home ?" he asked with a plaintive smile.
His eyes wandered to Mrs.Goodwyn-Sandys, who stood with one hand resting on the table, while the other pointed to the door.
"Help! help!" screamed the ladies.
Without another word he opened the door and tottered out into the passage.

At the foot of the stairs he met the Honourable Frederic, who had been attracted by the screams.
"It's all right," said Mr.Fogo; "don't trouble.

I shall be better out in the open air.