Consummate Virtue walked down on the arm of the Colonel.
The refreshment was rather meagre.

The foreign artists generally dashed downstairs, and absorbed all the ices, creams, etc.

To those coming late there were chicken-bones, table-cloths puddled with melted ice, glasses hazy with sherry, and broken bits of bread.

The Colonel said he never supped; and he and Honeyman walked away together, the former to bed, the latter, I am sorry to say, to his club; for he was a dainty feeder, and loved lobster, and talk late at night, and a comfortable little glass of something wherewith to conclude the day.
He agreed to come to breakfast with the Colonel, who named eight or nine for the meal.

Nine Mr.Honeyman agreed to with a sigh.