He groaned and raved, and said things--oh, the most astounding things in gibberish that upset one's nerves and everything else.

At the height he sang hymns, and then, as the fits passed, relapsed into incredible clear-headedness.

It gave me, I say, a new idea of Fox.

It was as if, for all the time I had known him, he had been playing a part, and that only now, in the delirium of his pain, in the madness into which he drank himself, were fragments of the real man thrown to the surface.

I grew, at last, almost afraid to be alone with him in the dead small hours of the morning, and longed for the time when I could go to bed among the uninspiring, marble-topped furniture of my club..