He recognized nobody.

He imitated the action of writing with his finger; and said very earnestly, over and over again, "Go home, Jicks; go home, go home!" fancying himself (as I suppose), lying helpless on the floor, and sending the child back to us to give the alarm.

Later in the night he fell asleep.

All through the next day, he still wandered in his mind when he spoke.

It was not till the day after, that he began feebly to recover his reason.