Nigel Hartley:
I happened to be staying in the neighborhood, and hearing of your master's illness I took the liberty of calling. How is he tonight?
Laing:
He'll never see the morning.
Nigel Hartley:
He has not asked for anyone of my cloth?
Laing:
Nor will he. He's set in his ways, and they are the ways of the heathen.
Nigel Hartley:
I know he won't see the rector, but though I'm a comparative stranger, I don't like to leave a man to die like that.
Laing:
He'll die in his own fashion as he has lived.
Nigel Hartley:
Still, sometimes at the end...
Laing:
Not him! He's stubborn and unbending and will be so at the throne itself!
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