Having bought a drink, he had waited for me to buy one.

I HAD, LET HIM BUY SIX DRINKS AND NEVER ONCE OFFERED TO TREAT.

And he was the great Nelson! I could feel myself blushing with shame.

I sat down on the stringer-piece of the wharf and buried my face in my hands.

And the heat of my shame burned up my neck and into my cheeks and forehead.