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.