Peter, bored and solitary in a town, went on the spree.

He had a head like a rock, but he got to the required condition by wild mixing.

He was quite a gentleman in his cups, and not in the least violent, but he was apt to be very free with his tongue.

And that was what occurred at the Franciscana.
He had begun by insulting the Emperor, it seemed.

He drank his health, but said he reminded him of a wart-hog, and thereby scarified the lieutenant's soul.