And it seemed to him that there were no facts beyond them.

These were the bones of the Universe--a stuffy bedroom, a rasping flannel suit, a cold dawn, a snoring in the gloom, and three bodies, heavy with weariness....

There once had been other facts: Merefield and Cambridge and Eton had once existed; Jenny had once been a living person who loved him; once there had been a thing called Religion.

But they existed no longer.

He had touched reality at last.
* * * * * Frank drew a long, dismal sigh; he lay down; he knew the worst now; and in five minutes he was asleep.
(II) Of course, the thing wore away by midday, and matters had readjusted themselves.