His mind cleared a little. Rachel's grave face stood out against a dark background--a background darker surely than that of the summer night. He remembered with self-contempt the extravagant emotion which she had aroused in him. "Absurd," Hugh said to himself, with the distrust of all sudden springs of pure emotion which those who have misused them rarely escape. And then another remembrance, which only a sleeping-draught had kept at bay, darted upon him like a panther on its prey. He had drawn the short lighter. He started violently, and then fell back trembling. "Oh, my God!" he said, involuntarily. He lay still, telling himself that this dreadful nightmare would pass, would fade in the light of common day. His servant came in noiselessly with a cup of coffee and a little sheaf of letters. He pretended to be asleep; but when the man had gone he put out his shaking hand for the coffee and drank it. The mist before his mind gradually lifted. Gradually, too, the horror on his face whitened to despair, as a twilight meadow whitens beneath the evening frost. He had drawn the short lighter. Nothing in heaven or earth could alter that fact. He did not stop to wonder how Lord Newhaven had become aware of his own dishonor, or at the strange weapon with which he had avenged himself. He went over every detail of his encounter with him in the study. His hand had been forced. He had been thrust into a vile position. He ought to have refused to draw. He did not agree to draw. Nevertheless, he had drawn. And Hugh knew that, if it had to be done again, he should again have been compelled to draw by the iron will before which his was as straw. He could not have met the scorn of those terrible half-closed eyes if he had refused. "There was no help for it," said Hugh, half aloud. And yet to die by his own hand within five months! It was incredible. It was preposterous. "I never agreed to it," he said, passionately. _Nevertheless, he had drawn_. The remembrance ever returned to lay its cold hand upon his heart, and with it came the grim conviction that if Lord Newhaven had drawn the short lighter he would have carried out the agreement to the letter. Whether it was extravagant, unchristian, whatever might have been truly said of that unholy compact, Lord Newhaven would have stood by it. "I suppose I must stand by it, too," said Hugh to himself, the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "I suppose I am bound in honor to stand by it, too." He suffered his mind to regard the alternative.