His useful treachery had been rewarded by his employers, as was meet, with money and with contempt.

Their liberality enabled him to live during some months like a fine gentleman.

He called himself a Colonel, hired servants, clothed them in gorgeous liveries, bought fine horses, lodged in Pall Mall, and showed his brazen forehead, overtopped by a wig worth fifty guineas, in the antechambers of the palace and in the stage box at the theatre.
He even gave himself the airs of a favourite of royalty, and, as if he thought that William could not live without him, followed His Majesty first to Ireland, and then to the Congress of Princes at the Hague.
Fuller afterwards boasted that, at the Hague, he appeared with a retinue fit for an ambassador, that he gave ten guineas a week for an apartment, and that the worst waistcoat which he condescended to wear was of silver stuff at forty shillings a yard.

Such profusion, of course, brought him to poverty.

Soon after his return to England he took refuge from the bailiffs in Axe Yard, a place lying within the verge of Whitehall.