And nobody offers me a drop of anything." Wardlaw poured him out a tumbler of wine.

His brown hand trembled a little, and he gulped the wine down like water.
General Rolleston gave Mr.Wardlaw a look, and Wylie was dismissed.

He slouched down the street all in a cold perspiration; but still clinging to his three thousand pounds, though small was now his hope of ever seeing it.
When he was gone General Rolleston paced that large and gloomy room in silence.

Wardlaw eyed him with the greatest interest, but avoided speaking to him.

At last he stopped short, and stood erect, as veterans halt, and pointed down at the chart.
"I'll start at once for that spot," said he.