With her help, he got into the room, and dropped on the bed.
Mrs.Vimpany consulted her watch.
On many a former occasion she had learnt what interval of repose was required, before the sobering influence of the mixture could successfully assert itself.

For the present, she had only to return to the other room.

The waiter presented himself, asking if there was anything he could do for her.

Familiar with the defective side of her husband's character, he understood what it meant when she pointed to the bedroom door.

"The old story, ma'am," he said, with an air of respectful sympathy.