That was I too.

I was very pale in the looking-glass; my eyes had a vacant appearance; and my hair--only my hair, nothing else--looked drunk.
Somebody said to me, 'Let us go to the theatre, Copperfield!' There was no bedroom before me, but again the jingling table covered with glasses; the lamp; Grainger on my right hand, Markham on my left, and Steerforth opposite--all sitting in a mist, and a long way off.

The theatre?
To be sure.

The very thing.

Come along! But they must excuse me if I saw everybody out first, and turned the lamp off--in case of fire.
Owing to some confusion in the dark, the door was gone.