I believe my letter spoke of him as an able and graceful pleader, meriting judicial honors, or something of that sort.

I had forgotten its exact words, but I did not wish to hear Potts read them.
So I fled to spend the remainder of that eventful day quietly among rosebushes and tender, budding hyacinths, unspotted of the world, receiving, however, occasional bulletins of the orgy from passers-by.
From these and sundry narratives gleaned the following day, I was able to trace the later hours of this scandalous saturnalia.
By six o'clock Potts had spent all his money.

By six-fifteen this fact could no longer be concealed, and such of his following as had not already fallen by the wayside crept, one by one, to rest.

They left the Colonel dreamily, murmurously happy in a chair at the end of the City Hotel bar.
Here, he was discovered about six-thirty by Eustace Eubanks, who had incautiously thought to rebuke him.
"For shame, Colonel Potts!" began Eustace, seeking to fix the uncertain eyes with his finger of scorn.

"For shame to have squandered all that money for rum.