I--ah! God give me grace--I am nigh dead.

REDFEATHER [_quietly._]

Lord Orm?

OLIVE.

Yes--yes.

REDFEATHER.

Is in your father's house--
Having the title-deeds--would drive you forth.
Homeless, and with your father sick to death,
Into this winter, save on a condition
Named....

OLIVE.

And unnameable. Even so; Lord Orm--
Ah! do you know him?

REDFEATHER.

Ay, I saw him once.
The sun shone on his face, that smiled and smiled,
A sight not wholesome to the eyes of man.