I found him in trouble, the next time I awoke, because he could not find his socks; and my last hazy remembrance is of being rolled over on my side, and of hearing Harris muttering something about its being an extraordinary thing where his umbrella could have got to.
Quand il me réveilla la fois suivante, il était désespérément en quete de ses chaussettes. Dernier souvenir confus : je me sentis rouler sur le côté et j’entendis Harris pester confusément sur la disparition de son parapluie.