I remember it very well.

You said you had been hunted yourself." "Yes." "How was it, Mr.Fortescue ?" "Ah! Thereby hangs a tale." "Tell it me, Mr.Fortescue," I said, eagerly.
"And a very long tale." "So much the better; it is sure to be interesting." "Ah, yes, I dare say you would find it interesting.

My life has been stirring and stormy enough, in all conscience--except for the ten years I spent in heaven," said Mr.Fortescue, in a voice and with a look of intense sadness.
"Ten years in heaven!" I exclaimed, as much astonished as I had just been horrified.

Was the man mad, after all, or did he speak in paradoxes?
"Ten years in heaven!" Mr.Fortescue smiled again, and then it occurred to me that his ten years of heaven might have some connection with the veiled portrait and the shrine in his room up-stairs.
"You take me too literally," he said.

"I spoke metaphorically.