If you have any arrangements to make, anyone you would wish to
send for, or to see, I earnestly advise you to lose no time."
He watched M. Linders narrowly as he spoke, and saw a sudden
gleam of fear or excitement light up his dull eyes for a
moment, whilst his fingers clutched nervously at the sheet,
but that was all the sign he made.
"So--I am going to die?" he said, after a pause. "Well--that is
ended, then. Send for anyone? Whom should I send for?" he
added, with some vehemence. "For your priests, I suppose, to
come and light candles, and make prayers over me--is that what
you are thinking of, by chance? I won't have one of them--you
need not think of it, do you hear? --not one."
"Pardon me," said Graham, "but it was not of priests I was
thinking just then--indeed, it seems to me that, at these
moments, a man can turn nowhere so safely as to his God--but
there are others----"
He spoke quietly enough, but M. Linders interrupted him with a
fierce, hoarse whisper. "I can arrange my own affairs. I have
no one to send to--no one I wish to see. Let me die in peace.
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