"He must be in a fit of delirium tremens!" he said to himself.

He poured him out some cold water, but he would not use it.

He would neither eat nor drink nor wash till he was out of the horrible dungeon, he said.

The next moment he cried for water, drank three mouthfuls eagerly, threw the tumbler from him, and broke it on the hearth.
The instant he was dressed, he dropped into the great chair and closed his eyes.
"Your lordship must allow me to fetch some fuel," said the laird; "the room is growing cold." "No, I tell you!" cried Lord Mergwain, opening his eyes and sitting up.

"When I'm cold I'll go to--.