I suppose I was.

I'd had several from my private stock early in the evening; and several more around in jovial Manhattan joints where prohibition hasn't checked the flow of happiness if you know the countersign.

The cumulative effect you saw, and were the victim of.

I apologize, sir." "That's all right, Mr.--" "Dick is what I said," interrupted the other.
"Dick, then.

It's all right.