All the little money that Vandover had saved during the day he spent that night among the coffee houses, the restaurants, and the saloons of the Barbary Coast, continuing to eat even after his hunger was satisfied.

Toward daylight he returned to his room, and all dressed as he was flung himself face downward among the coarse blankets and greasy counterpane.

For nearly eight hours he slept profoundly, with long snores, prone, inert, crammed and gorged with food.
It was the middle of Sunday afternoon when he awoke.

He roused himself and going over to the Plaza sat for a long while upon one of the benches.

It was a very bright afternoon and Vandover sat motionless for a long time in the sun while his heavy meal digested, very happy, content merely to be warm, to be well fed, to be comfortable..