First-rate port. He was warm now, and sleepy. God, what a wind. Mustn’t go to sleep here. Sleep in the river⁠—the dear old river. Drowning was pleasant, they said⁠—not like hanging. Would rather stay here, though⁠—in the warm. Only there was no more port. And he had promised someone⁠— must keep promises. Come on, then. No shirking. Head perfectly clear. What was it he was going to do first? Something he had to do. God knows. Head perfectly clear. But sleepy. Terribly sleepy.