Charlie was at the other end of the burden, which appeared to be a middle-aged man in pajamas.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes and fumbling with the cordings of his pajamas.
Reader, have you ever purchased a pair of pajamas in London?
"The pajamas look clean, anyway," he continued as he viewed them.
He went away, to reappear a quarter of an hour later, this time in his pajamas.