It was unjust, unjust, unjust! A very bitter look came into his face.

Hugh had never so far hated any one, but now something very like hatred welled up in his heart against Lady Newhaven.

She had lured him to his destruction.

She had tempted him.

This was undoubtedly true, though not probably the view which her guardian angel would take of the matter.
Among the letters which the servant had brought him he suddenly recognized that the topmost was in Lady Newhaven's handwriting.