“Well, that is to be had, my lord.”
“How?”
“By taking his for yours, as the better of the two, which it must be every way.”
“That’s all moonshine.”
“It is light, my lord.”
“Well, I don’t mind confessing, if I am to die, I should prefer heaven to the other place; but I trust I have no chance of either. Do you now honestly believe there are two such places?”
“I don’t know, my lord.”
“You don’t know! And you come here to comfort a dying man!”
“Your lordship must first tell me what you mean by ‘two such places.’ And as to comfort, going by my notions, I cannot tell which you would be more or less comfortable in; and that, I presume, would be the main point with your lordship.”
“And what, pray, sir, would be the main point with you?”