"Sit down, sir," said the marquis courteously, pleased with the calm, self-possessed, unobtrusive bearing of the man. "They tell me I'm dying, Mr. Graham."
"I'm sorry it seems to trouble you, my lord."
"What! wouldn't it trouble you, then?"
"I don't think so, my lord."
"Ah! you're one of the elect, no doubt?"
"That's a thing I never did think about, my lord."
"What do you think about, then?"
"About God."
"And when you die you'll go straight to heaven, of course?"
"I don't know, my lord. That's another thing I never trouble my head about."