"If I can't have corn, I won't have husks.

I will die of starvation sooner." He had caught the pain in those words.

Had Hugh Chesyl failed to do so?
If so, Hugh Chesyl was a fool.

He had never thought very highly of him, though he supposed him to be clever after his own indolent fashion.
Chesyl was the old squire's nephew and heir--a highly suitable _parti_ for any girl.

Yet Doris had refused him, not wholly without ignominy.