The first thing of which Jerome was conscious was a feeling that the covers had slid off. They sometimes did, for he was a trifle too long for his bed and frequently threshed the blankets loose at the foot.  
Yes, he dully , without yet definitely opening his eyes at all, that the bed clothes must have slid off onto the floor. He felt , yet not so chilly as to force him to any really energetic effort toward a recovery of the quilt. He groped about with one hand, then gave it up. There seemed to be something wrong with his head. He couldn’t seem to concentrate—no, not even on the quilt.
 
Some time later he again emerged into a realm of half-consciousness, and began remembering, very , the night out of which the present condition had evolved; saw once more the at Girardin’s, with himself in the midst; seemed still to feel Lili beaming at him in her wonderful way. Then it came to him that he had finally to prolonged and had done his little . He blushed unhappily and told himself his dignity was now shattered. How had they managed so to overcome his every better ? Girardin’s—he had lost all count of the number of glasses—everybody so jolly—Lili—the way she looked at one.... He . Then he remembered that by now she must be far to sea. What time was it? What time? It seemed very dusky. He couldn’t hear his alarm clock on the commode. Of course—it hadn’t been wound. He had gone out and made a night of it, and his clock had run down.
 
And then—then he blinked his eyes a little and began, very dully at first, to establish a groping connection with the objects they encountered. The particular object which first arrested his attention was a crack which ran in a straight line across the ceiling over his head. It puzzled him, rather, because ............