But the agony of mind, the remorse, and shame I felt when I became conscious next day! My horror of having committed a thousand offences I had forgotten, and which nothing could ever expiate⁠—my recollection of that indelible look which Agnes had given me⁠—the torturing impossibility of communicating with her, not knowing, beast that I was, how she came to be in London, or where she stayed⁠—my disgust of the very sight of the room where the revel had been held⁠—my racking head⁠—the smell of smoke, the sight of glasses, the impossibility of going out, or even getting up! Oh, what a day it was!