"By Heaven! if I could but get this cursed leg under me, I would throw you out of the window."
"I shall go by the door, my lord. While you hold by your sins, your sins will hold by you. If you should want me again I shall be at your lordship's command."
He rose and left the room, but had not reached his cottage before Malcolm overtook him with a second message from his master. He turned at once, saying only, "I expected it."
"Mr. Graham," said the marquis, looking ghastly, "you must have patience with a dying man. I was very rude to you, but I was in horrible pain."
"Don't mention it, my lord. It would be a poor friendship that gave way for a rough word."
"How can you call yourself my friend?"
"I should be your friend, my lord, if it were only for your wife's sake. She died loving you. I want to send you to her, my lord. You will allow that, as a gentleman, you at least owe her an apology."
"By Jove, you are right, sir! Then you really and positively believe in the place they call heaven?"
"My lord, I believe that those who open their hearts to the truth shall see the light on their friends' faces again, and be able to set right what was wrong between them."
"It's a week too late to talk of setting right."