There were four us – George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency. We were sitting in my room, and we were smoking and talking about how bad we were – ill, I mean, of courts.
We were all feeling in poor health, and we were getting quite worried about it. Harris said that he felt really bad sometimes, and he did not know what he was doing. And then George said that he felt bad, too, and that he did not know what he eas doing either. With me it was my heart. I knew it was heart because I had read something in a magazine about the symptoms of a bad heart. I had all of them.