Having gratified this bibulous ambition to the uttermost, he fell asleep.

The morning sunlight flaming at last on his coarse, bloated face awoke him to resentful consciousness.

Glowering at the bright, warm light with his single eye, Hunch rolled away into the shadow and went to sleep again.
Below on the porch, with an outraged caretaker's letter in her hand bag, Aunt Agatha turned her latchkey resolutely in the lock.
"I just will not have it!" reflected Aunt Agatha defiantly.

"I certainly will not.

And I'd have been here yesterday if Mary hadn't insisted upon my spending the night with her.