You despise him for a roysterer, for a man of loose ways.

Let me, who have seen something of men, and who read you to-night to the very dregs of your contemptible soul, tell you that compared with you he is a very god.

Come, you white-livered cur!" he ended abruptly.

"I will light you to your chamber." When presently Hogan returned to Crispin he found the Tavern Knight--that man of iron in whom none had ever seen a trace of fear or weakness seated with his arms before him on the table, and his face buried in them, sobbing like a poor, weak woman..