“You must walk about a little longer, Mr. Graves,” I said. “It would be very bad for you to go to sleep again.”

He looked at me with a curious, dull surprise, and reflected awhile as if in some perplexity. Then he looked at me again and said:

“Thing, sir, you are mistake⁠—mistaken me⁠—mist⁠—”

Here Mrs. Schallibaum interrupted sharply:

“The doctor thinks it’s good for you to walk about. You’ve been sleeping too much. He doesn’t want you to sleep any more just now.”

“Don’t wanter sleep; wanter lie down,” said the patient.