"Twenty-five years is a long time. Can't you forget and forgive?"
"I neither forget nor forgive. You did me an injury past forgiveness."
"It was no injury; Mary had chosen me."
"You chose your own lot in life. I have not interfered with it. Why do you come here?"
"Go!" said the old lord.
The old man grinned fiercely as if he had had a spasm of pain, and bit his under lip hard.
"I am sorry to have come when you are not well."
"Your visit would have been unpleasant at any time. Why do you come?"
Mr. Graydon took up his soft hat.