The Ghoul1933

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!