“Well, I can’t say I want to get nearer to God.  It’s little he’s ever done for me.”

“It’s a good deal he has tried to do for you, my lord.”

“Well, who interfered?  Who stood in his way, then?”

“Yourself, my lord.”

“I wasn’t aware of it.  When did he ever try to do anything for me and I stood in his way?”

“When he gave you one of the loveliest of women, my lord,” said Mr. Graham with solemn, faltering voice, “and you left her to die in neglect and her child to be brought up by strangers.”

The marquis gave a cry.  The unexpected answer had roused the slowly-gnawing death and made it bite deeper.

“What have you to do,” he almost screamed, “with my affairs?  It was for me to introduce what I chose of them.  You presume.”

“Pardon me, my lord:  you led me to what I was bound to say.  Shall I leave you, my lord?”

The marquis made no answer.  “God knows I loved her,” he said after a while with a sigh.

“You loved her, my lord?”

“I did, by God!”

“Love a woman like that and come to this?”

“Come to this?  We must all come to this, I fancy, sooner or later.  Come to what, in the name of Beelzebub?”

“That, having loved a woman like her, you are content to lose her.  In the name of God, have you no desire to see her again?”

“It would be an awkward meeting,” said the marquis.

His was an old love, alas!  He had not been capable of the sort that defies change.  It had faded from him until it seemed one of the things that are not.  Although his being had once glowed in its light, he could now speak of a meeting as awkward.

“Because you wronged her?” suggested the schoolmaster.

“Because they lied to me, by God!”

“Which they dared not have done had you not lied to them first.”

“Sir!” shouted the marquis, with all the voice he had left.—­“O God, have mercy!  I cannot punish the scoundrel.”

“The scoundrel is the man who lies, my lord.”

“Were I anywhere else—­”

“There would be no good in telling you the truth, my lord.  You showed her to the world as a woman over whom you had prevailed, and not as the honest wife she was.  What kind of a lie was that, my lord?  Not a white one, surely?”

“You are a damned coward to speak so to a man who cannot even turn on his side to curse you for a base hound.  You would not dare it but that you know I cannot defend myself.”

“You are right, my lord:  your conduct is indefensible.”

“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.”