Bad Hugh

Hugh had borne much that day. The sudden hope that Alice might be won,

followed so soon by the certainty that she could not, had shaken his

nerves and tried his strength cruelly, while the story Claib had told

unmanned him entirely, and this it was which made him grow so cold and

faint, reeling in his chair, and leaning gladly for support against the

sturdy Claib, who led him to the bed, and then went in quest of Adah.