Did you come into this room the night before last, when Georgy was asleep ?" Mr.Sheldon reflected for a moment before answering.
"No," he said, "not the night before last." "Ah, I thought as much," murmured the invalid.

"I was off my head that night then, Phil, for I fancied I saw you; and I fancied I heard the bottles and glasses jingling on the little table behind the curtain." "You were dreaming, perhaps." "O no, I wasn't dreaming.

I was very restless and wakeful that night.
However, that's neither here nor there.

I lie in a stupid state sometimes for hours and hours, and I feel as weak as a rat, bodily and mentally; so while I have my wits about me, I'd better say what I've been wanting to say ever so long.

You've been a good and kind friend to me all through this illness, Phil, and I'm not ungrateful for your kindness.