So have you; so has everybody.

I don't see why I should fare worse than the rest." Here Cosmo returned with the brandy-flask, which he had found in his greatcoat.

His lordship stretched out both hands to it, more eagerly even than when he welcomed the cob-webbed magnum of claret--hands trembling with feebleness and hunger for strength.
Heedless of his host's offer of water and a glass, he put it to his mouth, and swallowed three great gulps hurriedly.

Then he breathed a deep breath, seemed to say with Macbeth, "Ourselves again!" drew himself up in a chair, and glanced around him with a look of gathering arrogance.

A kind of truculent question was in his eyes--as much as to say, "Now then, what do you make of it all?
What's your candid notion about me and my extraordinary behaviour ?" After a moment's silence,-- "What puzzles me is this," he said, "how the deuce I came, of all places, to come just here! I don't believe, in all my wicked life, I ever made such a fool of myself before--and I've made many a fool of myself too!" Receiving no answer, he took another pull at his flask.