That was the only bottle left us here.
Enter Herald.
Herald. The Colonel comes. Let no ill-omened word
Escape the barrier of your teeth. I heard
Men say his temper's in an awful state;
Therefore beware lest some untoward fate
Befall you; and—I do not think I'll wait.
Enter Colonel.
He sees empty whisky-bottle, looks at Staff Officer, and—
[Here the fragment leaves off.